Walter hopped out of the cramped and smelly inside of the carriage and stretched to his full height, multiple joints popping and cracking as he did. He was glad to finally be free of such close proximity to his fellow Adventurers. He’d never cared much for other people, and being as close as they were was unbearably uncomfortable. He took a brief look around, taking in the haunting sight around him.
 
When the Halfling bid them his brief farewell and the horses whinnied before leaving, he barely heard them. He felt as if he was in a dream, having finally reached the destination of his long travels. Wormed Tail would be overjoyed to know they’d finally arrived. His companions shared brief acknowledgements to one another, but Walter didn’t bother. They’d probably all get themselves killed soon enough, anyways, the fools. 

The sound of the bells ringing out in the distance broke him from his train of thought, and he shuddered slightly at the light bite of the evening air. Having little alternative, he decided to stick with these companions for now, and continued onward to the church with them. He looked about as he walked, catching glimpses of moving shadows in branching alleys to either side of them, with window panes and doors occasionally suddenly slamming shut, yet not from any wind he could feel. The whole place unnerved him, but he relished it in a strange way. He’d always been more confidant in places other people despised, such as the deep and the dark. 

[i]’So this is the land the whispers said is home to Pitrius… Perhaps I shall see if this hidden maiden is as powerful as they say.[/i]