Tanin had ventured far from Talas now. He was somewhere in a runined place. He looked around at the walls. Vines were growing up the dead walls. He saw that rooms were caved in. Tanin walked on the road and up the path into a building. The seat were wooden. They were smashed and rotten. Wood planks littered the floor from the seats. He looked over his shoulder and noticed a shadow pass by the door. He unshiethed his sword and looked out. Nothing. He walked back in and noticed that something wasnt right. He walked over to a brick and touched it. It suddenly opened a door down into caverns. Tanin looked down into the deep dark caverns. All he could see was darkness. The smell was horrible. Tanin saw a lit tourch. Strange. He walked on the first step and took teh tourch. He saw that the room was a huge hall way with doors. Maybe something was down here. Something evil. Tanin continued down the path, wondering what lay in the deep dark room.

Lyra was padding along silently, stalking the elf. When she saw him, her first thought was to plead for money, or just attack and steal. She did not want to get violent. But when he touched a random brick and a passageway appeared, her curiousity got the best of her and she decided just to follow and look. She cocked her head, listening for other sounds and making sure no one else was following them. After a few moments, she drew a little closer to him, not wanting to lose him. She pondered and wondered what he would do if he found her. Maybe let her be, she hoped silently.