Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here.]
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
There were already people this far out, too. Again though, they had nothing to do with Vino for now. But he did catch when someone quietly pointed out the moving shadows. Yes, moving shadows. He'd noticed them, too.
Vino didn't stay though. He had other places to be. It seemed like this spot was taken, anyway, if these two men seemed to be talking about what he thought they were. He could find his own spot.
No, no, wait! Shoulder, injuries, magic, yes. He was an adventurer tonight, a hero. He wasn't allowed to get distracted, even if the shadows were drawing him in. And he had a couple meetings to attend to. Couldn't forget those. Too many interesting things to pay attention to. But Vino would manage. He always did. Time to deal with them all at once! (The best method, Vino always felt, and the one that worked. Others disagreed, found it downright impossible even, though he could not understand how. Obviously, the way to overcome everything was to overcome it. How was this so difficult to do?)
He moved on, senses tingling. If there was time to kill before his meetings, maybe he'd take a peek into the shadows and see what monsters he could drive out.
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