The doors had not even unlocked and Landel had already began granting them more examples of his cryptic rambles. Hnn. Perhaps Scar was growing paranoid after all this time, but it almost sounded as though as if he had yet another surprise in store for them, be it tonight or tomorrow.
The doors finally unlocked, and the former lion moved into the hallway carrying little else but a steel pipe for self-defense. He did not even have a real plan, as what appeared to be the trend as of late. It was ironic how he looked down upon others for running around like headless chickens, but with the painful lack of any progress it proved to be a difficult pattern to break from.
Anything was better than staying in the room, however.
Well, he supposed he should get to the main hall first and find some poor fool to go with him.
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