The loud thumping of Rupal's heart almost drowned out the musicians words, the 'bravery' that had lead the blacksmith here seemed to have left him right when he needed it most. He could feel a small bead of sweat rolling down the front of his forehead his breathing becoming labored, to a trained eye there was a clear tremor resonated throughout his body. Rupal found himself unconsciously taking a step back, he wanted to run but the imagery of the woman’s fair came rushing back reminding him that he was probably already in too deep to escape now.

Before either person could act a loud crack could be heard as wooden boarding came crashing down from the roof, the dust that coated the floor scattered into the air slightly obscuring the musician. Rupal leaped back more in terror than to avoid any of the falling planks and landed flat on his back. A brief glance up showed no sign of what caused the damage, perhaps this was more work of the musician? 

[color=00a651]"W-wwhere’s th-the Seraphim?!"[/color] Rupal did his best to sound intimidating however his stammering voice and current position on the floor did not help him in the slightest. 

Quickly and clumsily Rupal scrambled to his feet and into a stance that was a little more stable then the one he had been previously held. Seeing that the musician had been mildly stunned Rupal felt his fear loosened its grip on him. Taking a powerful step forward he readied his hammer above his head and brought its weight down on the creepy musician. Before the hammer made contact a thin string caught the light lashing out and coiling around the hammer halting it fall. No matter how he the string held fast against the pressure he forced against them.

His fear came rushing back, coming here was without a doubt the worse idea he had ever had.