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[b][color=662d91]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Fauve, Corc
[b][color=662d91]Mentions:[/color][/b] [@Candy] [@Jensoman][/center][hr]Gabriel trailed behind the orc, occasionally looking around - stuck in a state of perpetual unease. He wasn't exactly sure why he felt like this. Maybe it's because this place was unfamiliar to him. Maybe it's because of the spell the witch did earlier. Maybe it's because he didn't know the people here as much as he'd like. There were many factors in this current situation that would make a normal person feel like this - but Gabriel was supposed to be used to this. Instead, he felt like he was going on his first excavation. This brought a frown to his face, even if it was just for a moment. 

They reached catacombs and his immediate reaction was to wave the air in front of him. Burning wood? From the look of the area around the entrance, it seems like the wood that was being burnt earlier was there. Good thing it had already extinguished. But... [i]why?[/i] Thought that really was the permanent question of the day huh? Why something happened? Why them? Why Nadska? Gabriel hated questions with no answers, but thankfully, this question may just actually have one. But it lies within the catacombs.

He looked at Corc when he mentioned the gems changing color, and indeed, the gems embedded within the obelisks were constantly changing color. Gabriel gave the orc a smile and said, [b][color=662d91]"Nah, I'm seeing it too. And I'm pretty sure I haven't drunk a lot."[/color][/b] As Corc advanced to the entrance to the catacombs, Gabriel stayed for a while - watching the gems change color. There was no pattern. They just kept changing but the colors never matched one another. An inquisitive look took over his face as he continued watching, waiting. If this is going to be the reason as to why the stone doors were locked, then something must have been buried here that was of importance.

He felt a tingle down his spine - an ominous feeling decided to make its presence known like it was pouring a bucket of ice cold water onto him. Cautiously, Gabriel turned his head to the treeline and all around them. But he didn't see anybody. Could there actually be something guarding the ruins? Well, from how Nona described it, it was highly likely. But then, what could it be? Could it sense their magical signature thanks to Nona's spell earlier which caused them to emit the aura for everything that was magically sensitive to see? That didn't sit well for him, but they have to do what they have to do.

Gabriel nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Corc yell - snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned to the orc who tried to smash open the stone doors. Gabriel doubted it would work, but somewhere in him, he wanted it to. It would make their lives a whole lot easier.

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