[i]Althalus[/i]

Althalus' eyebrows raised at the sight of the man in the middle of the room, a weary despair settling into his bones. He merely shrugged at Helena's question, waiting for their new visitor to unleash some fresh inferno on them. Althalus sighed as the doors slammed shut behind them, with a distinct note of finality. As the man spoke, something about the heart of the Nox, he wasn't really paying attention, Althalus replied.  [color=00aeef]"Is this the part where you tell us you're going to kill us."[/color] It was less of a question and more of an automatic sarcastic response. As the man declared that he couldn't tolerate insects, Althalus rolled his eyes. [color=00aeef]"It is, oh goody. What are you going to do? Teleport around the room? Shoot dark shadows from you-"[/color] What ever tired mocking he had left was suddenly silenced as the loud screeching noise filled his hearing, making him instinctively curse and cover his ears. The only reason he didn't fall to his knees was because an immobile assassin was a dead assassin. He wanted to be prepared for whatever the masked bastard threw at them.

Still. Hard to be prepared for your own shadow turning into a pile of tentacles with mouth. 

[color=00aeef]"Oh! Summon tentacle monsters from our shadows. That's...different."[/color] He darted backwards as his own shadow thing (Uth, he thought he heard Daren or whatever his name was say) lashed out at him. He stumbled, having crashed into Helena in the process. [color=00aeef]"Sorry, trying not to di-Hey! I'm solid again!"[/color] He grinned, looking over at Helena. [color=00aeef]"Pass me some of my knives would you? You do still have them right?"[/color]

[b]Aramir, Sansar[/b]

Aramir hated the heat. She hated it almost more than she hated the people they were forced to play nice with. It constantly beat down on her, making her sweat out what felt like twice her own body weight. She had wanted to stay inside, maybe drink some more water before some madman tried to kill them. But her companions had wanted to go outside on the ramp, and she wasn't about to stay behind alone in the palace and make small talk with their guide. So here she was, standing in the heat, almost wishing she was sitting down with this new 'King' of Yarosmere.

She supposed that the desert had some form of beauty to it, if you could stand the heat, but right now she hated it with every fiber of her being. [i]What I'd give just to be amongst the endless snow storms for just one more minute...why did I let Myrn talk me into going to this hellish place?[/i] She sighed wistfully, before looking up in minor alarm at one of the guards. He was aiming his crossbow at a group, too far out to be identified, and seemed to be on the verge of firing. 

"Wouldn't it be better to wait till we see who it is before shooting them?" It was more of a general question to the group, rather than the guard. She didn't expect him to acknowledge her, much less listen.