[Thank goodness Inessa isn't particularly fearful of the dark. As a Grey Warden, that's not a trait she can afford to possess, given where darkspawn are often found and the conditions in which they emerge. Her elven heritage helps her out as well, her large eyes glinting in the dark as they move along. She focuses on remaining calm and collected, as always, even as the sheer amount of quiet is slightly unnerving. I have seen abominations as a child; a little dark is nothing.
And yet, that sound of something moving heightens her already alert state. She pauses, turning toward the noise and trying to see the source for herself.]
What was that?
[Garahel, perking up, heads toward the sound of movement and sniffs around.]
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And yet, that sound of something moving heightens her already alert state. She pauses, turning toward the noise and trying to see the source for herself.]
What was that?
[Garahel, perking up, heads toward the sound of movement and sniffs around.]