You head back to the Foyer, determined to leave this accursed place but stop short. Instead of the front door there's nothing but a blank wall. Without conscious thought you draw your weapons and place yourselves back to back in a defensive posture. The air is suddenly filled with malice.
“Count me in, something feels off here.”
You head back to the Foyer, determined to leave this accursed place but stop short. Instead of the front door there's nothing but a blank wall. Without conscious thought you draw your weapons and place yourselves back to back in a defensive posture. The air is suddenly filled with malice.
Nate draws his bow and nocks an arrow. Quickly looking around he tries to identify the source of the palpable animosity.