The "sunset" was very, very sudden. The turning of the light, the night of this land. While Maldron preferred the dark, he was not sure he would be so safe under the cloak of the night. The creatures here are bound to be nocturnal, and/or possessing for more senses than just light. The Black Knight told them to run, and considering the beasts that appeared suddenly out the the darkness, that was the right call. [color=ff0000][b]"Well that was fast. It seems this Turn of Light also spawns nasty critters."[/b][/color] Critters none but the knight were equipped to deal with. The assassin considered various weapons which would allow to take down such a beast, and the most realistic one was a ballista. A siege weapon. Not a thing to be found here, nor one to be built quickly, assuming someone around here was a war engineer. Maldron considered trying to coat his daggers with venom, but that would require piercing their... skin(?) or whatever they have, which would be a feat itself. That would also assume that this venom will work. Considering all the uncertainties, engaging them was out of the question.

And so, they ran. Away from the sounds of battle. Away from the monsters, and probably into more. A heroic sacrifice - a knight until the end. Knights. Maldron disdained them. With no memories to back it up, Maldron considered them no more than legal murderers. A flimsy code of honor which is nothing more than a guideline. The need to assert their so called superiority everywhere... The Black Knight was not like that. He was the very model of chivalry, and Maldron respected that. They will survive, and the warrior's sacrifice will not be in vain. 

The creatures disturbed the others, but not the assassin. A land so bizarre with no such thing as a final death, teleporting stones and weird day/night cycles? Of course something like this, and maybe even worse would be there. Spending the precious time and effort and fear would only slow everyone down. Maldron might need to take some sort of leadership position, as much as he wants to avoid it. He's no leader, but he might have to be.

The knight's words made little sense. Only because they did not know what he knew. A crown. A crown means a king. Could this be it? The sort of dream, no, an idea, a story he doesn't remember hearing. About a King of Kings, a Grand Emperor who disappeared. Or was it a legend? Why is it in his head? A strange familiarity could be felt. And the pale woman in his memories, the one he adores so much for reasons unknown. These things felt connected. Somehow. No time to discuss it with the group now, as they are running for their lives.

In the distance it could be seen, the exit from the valley. A hint of dread entered Maldron's side.