JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Maladiel is light and quick, the wall not much of an obstacle for one with elvish blood. Like a cat he runs up and manages to land softly on the floor. Stealth is of the essence, and Mal smiles as he notices his companions are beginning to disappear from sight and sound.
He does the same, fading into the night, making a note to himself to heal the injured Xian later.
He does the same, fading into the night, making a note to himself to heal the injured Xian later.