Boris squawked loudly as Xion approached the large, dark lake. He had heard of this place being a battleground between devils and demons, and he could feel the blessed fields which were not far away, but once again he found himself here where a dark focus consumed the waters and an evil was told to be lurking beneath the black water, waiting for anyone or anything to come near so it could eat that thing. Xion sniffled as he adjusted his cloak, flipping it aside to clear for the longsword that had been there long ago out of habit. Clearing his throat, he picked Boris off of his shoulder and rested him on the ground, then proceeded to sit down beside him and pull out his tin of tabac. He wanted to see the supposed beast that dwelled here, but he didn't want to fight it, he was smarter then that and he knew it was from a time long ago, a time of stronger beasts that could crush the ones of today. He just wanted to see it.
Sleep crept in.