[center][h3][color=a187be]Amare Internellis[/color][/h3][/center]
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			During the course of this mission, the newly squired Amare was quiet and said not a word. It was best to keep a cool head during these sort of situations, or at least pretend to. His experience as a subordinate in his more youthful years had certainly benefited him and since he was now Jehan's squire - he followed the same rules he usually would: just watch, listen, and do. At the age of 21, he could say that he wished for a higher position but in the end, just assumed everyone started from somewhere and although he was a bit old to be a squire, Amare was at the least grateful he had become a squire at all. And like most squires would do, he stood by Jehan's side into the dark cave. All the while his thin ashen hairs on his skin rose and his breath drew deeper as they entered. 

			[i]This sure is a small place...[/i] Amare thought to himself almost sheepishly. His breathing became all the more slower, his heart faintly beating against his chest as he grew all the more anxious the further he and his company delve into the darkness of the barren cave. Each step to him felt slower than the last the deeper they went. From outside, Amare could hear the sounds of the lush forest behind them fade away, echoing hauntingly and becoming all the more faint as the band progressed onward. Silas then lit a torch though not until afterwards did the cave itself begin to emit a mesmerizing blue glow. 

			[i]It's almost as if this place were enchanted.[/i] He thought, almost completely awestruck at the peaceful and intriguing lights of the inner cave and as they walked, the cave became colder. There was however something eerily upsetting about the silence, how the darkness crept into his mind despite the light, and the cold lingering onto his fragile pale skin. In his small experience as a mercenary, trenches were quite often colder than surface temperature but he couldn't imagine what it would feel like in a cave! Amare was not disappointed though yet not definitely something he wanted either. 

			Still nonetheless, he stayed by Jehan's side as he swore he would to the knight and buttoned up his light leather vest to combat the lowering temperatures. For the meanwhile, Amare let his sense of adventure trump any doubt. Intrepidness must overcome fear when confronted with anything, and if he is to prove to Jehan that he is indeed the squire he needs, he must certainly show the nobleman the former. As they walked further into the cave however, Amare stepped into a goo that he could not make out due to the dimness of the cave and from what he assumed was dung before brushing it against the cold and hard floor. Perhaps they weren't the only ones who went through his cave. 

			[i]I couldn't imagine my day getting any worse..[/i] He complained to himself though just when that very thought had entered his mind, Silas warned that the band indeed not alone in this wretched place. From the very corners of the cave sparked a plethora of the ugliest creatures Amare had ever laid his eyes on. They were spiders, growling green the closer they approached the group. Without hesitation, Amare unsheathed his bastard sword Daeniel and readied himself once again for yet another fight. [i]Killing a few overgrown spiders? That won't be so bad I hope.[/i] The ashen haired squire lied to himself. His second optimistic thought seemingly unwavering but only to be squashed by what was about to come next. A large, mother spider then emerged from deeper in the cave, her body glowing seemingly almost as bright as the sun in the dimly lit cave and spoke to the company menacingly. [i]A spider that can talk? Nope.[/i] He told himself, sheathing his bastard sword back into his boiled leather scabbard. That was when Silas gave the order to run. 

			[color=a187be]"By all means, let's mate like a rabbit and get the fuck out of here!"[/color] Amare yelled, standing behind Jehan and readied himself to run while covering the nobleman should he ever come into trouble. From his light leather vest, he pulled one of the throwing knives he had always kept for situations such as this one and kept a dagger in the other hand. [i]I never had to use these and I hope if I never will, but I'd be damned if I miss.[/i] He told himself.