[center][b]Balthazar Guisemere[/b][/center]

"Keep behind me, my liege."

Balthazar advanced ahead of the group, mildly curious as to why these strange...shadows were helping them escape. Flames roared behind them, in the ruins of the Chateau, yet these shades were somehow pushing them back. He wasn't complaining; a road made easier to travel. With raised blade he moved forward, peering into the darkness past his lit torch. The passageway was dark, damp and cramped. The smell of mold and dust hung heavy in the air, which made him shudder to think if the fires behind them caught up. They'd roar through the tunnel, consume them all.

He had to get the Prince out before that happened.

The road to get to the tunnels had been hard fought. Earlier an explosion had rocked the Chateau just as he and the Prince were getting ready to fight their last. That, and the mysterious man's sudden appearance, were enough to give the Prince and his entourage a chance to escape. He'd taken that same chance and followed swiftly behind the Prince before the Chateau had collapsed around them.

Balthazar gave a soft cough as he raised the torch ahead of him. The lone flame flickered and bit at the wooden beams above his head as he kept on trudging forward. After a while, he glanced back at the group he was escorting, past the Prince and at the man who knew of the tunnels. Uriel.

"You. You who suggested these tunnels. How long do they go on for?"