Aura
Explorer
As the rapping sound continues to punctuate the eerie silence of the haven, Samad and Thad close in on the source. Peering over the counter, Samad sees a hunched over man, one butter knife in each hand, tinging them together in nearly perfect time. His clothes are tattered, and his body bears horrible marks, from old scars to current wounds, stitched up but not fully healed and very slowly seeping moisture. A large curved blade is slung over his back, and he continues to mutter in what sounds like an ancient version of the current Landellian languages, the progenitor language of the entire region.
Looking back to the door, Samad realizes that he's about 30 feet into the room and has Thad with him. He can hear, in the distance, the rest of the group conversing and approaching, roughly estimating he has some 10 seconds before they reach the door.
Looking back to the door, Samad realizes that he's about 30 feet into the room and has Thad with him. He can hear, in the distance, the rest of the group conversing and approaching, roughly estimating he has some 10 seconds before they reach the door.