[center][h1][color=Goldenrod] Noah Griffin [/color][/h1][/center]

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Noah didn’t trust Vae. 

At least not after her little attempt to swipe his hammer. He insisted she remained in front of him at all times as he lightly shoved her where he could keep an eye on her. He didn’t know how long her common sense would last. So the whole time, he forced her to keep pace with the others. 

When Melinda thank him, his stoic expression softened. Melted almost. Despite her adult figure, he could easily see she was still a child and knew very little what she had gotten into. 

This made things a little more difficult than they should’ve been. 

[color=goldenrod] “Don’t worry about it. Couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.”[/color] Noah shrugged. 

Hungry eyes still watched him and the others while the one called Yin herded them deeper. Their path took them across the bridge toward the tallest and largest spire. 

What lurked there, Noah could only guess. 

Blood-curdling screams and inhuman roars erupted from the moat’s very pits, echoing all around them. His eyes noted a few individuals pressed their hands to shield themselves from the sounds. However, in a stark contrast, the Fae seemed to feed off the suffering. 

Like Romans of old, the elegantly dressed Fae casually divided their attention between the pits below and the humans. From what Noah collected, they weren’t the only ones that crossed this monstrous bridge. The amount of attention given to this group was enough to raise the hairs on his neck nape.  

When the boy approached, it was difficult to see how such a young, innocent imaginary quickly became twisted. Noah fought the curious impulse to follow the ‘boy’s’ gaze beyond the monstrous bridge.