[center][b]Into the Shades[/b][/center]

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There were many evenings where the Prince found death screaming at every turn, however, the evening's festivities had brought such a definition to new heights. He found screams errupt from nearly every corner and the eerie shades barely sweep the inferno into streaming fountains of fire. The beautiful sight nearly caught his breath, however, it was the sheer sight of his struggling companions and the surviving guests' suffering that delivered the daring instincts instilled from days following Valania's defeat at the Battle of Vercelli.

If their imminent demise hadn't already presented a sound case for departure, the ear-splitting screeches attuned his senses enough to find a most riddling desire for escape. Above the mortal cacophony, words exchanged between himself and their young lady assassin regarding deliberate instructions that would proceed in  his untimely demise. No other words followed, detailing a mutual understanding involving the pair. A short time later, his eyes strayed towards the parted space that kept the flames at bay before his complete attention turned towards their mysterious, armored companion. With whatever ounce of strength still within reserved from within, the Prince stumbled forward and shouted, “[i][b]Magi! You mentioned you knew of way out?[/b][/i]”

Uriel grit his teeth. "I do. Below," he said as he turned hallway towards the cellar and taking a heavy step towards it, "There is a cellar. A nobleman who certainly knew where to go fled through it... although it was blazing. Still, better to risk an inferno and possible enemies outside than face certain incendiation here." Sighing, he waved with his hand as he gestured for the Prince to follow-gaze dark and grim as he began to descend the first of the stairs.

De le Crosse... a pseudonym. However, one that seemed to carry genuine weight... and the woman did not say it in pretentiousness. Whatever name it was, it carried a certain respect to it. Whatever the matter, though, there was too little time, too little attention, to be given to Lucius's current supposed family name. Still panting softly, he cast a glance upwards to be certain the man on his mind was even behind him.