Verdis
The warlock shuffles his feet and tries to get ready for another fight. He grips the crossbow so hard his knuckles turn white and then realizing how tense he is, forces himself to ease up and take a deep breath. The breath sounds loud in the quiet hallway and he gets nervous again. With a sigh, he thinks to himself, Damn, I think I like it better when we don't know the fight is coming.