Oh boy... This was not going to end well. Canto hadn't even opened his mouth before Aron had slipped inside. "Wait! Hold up!" The least he could do was keep an eye on him. He was sure he could keep him out of the way in case things got messy. Now he just needed to find where he'd run off to... The entryway had a high stone ceiling that disappeared into shadows, and hallways branching off in all directions. "Aron?" he called warily. He was greeted by a blast of cold wind from one of the halls. It smelled like a grave. Well that was a start, if not a promising one. He loosened his knife in his belt and set off in that direction.
We're all in the gutter, but some of us look at the stars. ~Oscar Wilde.