[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]Farce strolled behind his master with ease. His arm folded behind his head, his steps calculated to a leisurely rhythm. The whole dungeon-labyrinth thing was a nice setup, especially considering how truly dizzying it was. He could make a left turn, make a note of it, look behind himself, and honestly not tell if it was left or right. Maybe it was the material the halls were made of or the flawless order of its pattern but it felt like a blur.  

Coming into the last locked room was like entering a shrine. Actual evidence of the guarded secrets of the Masters. His arms fell from his head and hung at his sides, he awed with excitement. 

Master Viper mentioned the star-shaped amulets as Wayfinders and motioned for them to take their own.  

With a orange and blue one in hand, Master Viper led them back out. She gave them a way out, almost foolishly in his opinion. Honestly none of it mattered. Viper had been [i]his[/i] Master since arriving, he wasn't about to bail on her. Not when she needed companions and trusted comrades the most. He had owed her most of what he had: his skills, his convictions, and his resolutions. 

Abel went on a long talk, one that had Farce scratching his head and tapping his sabon against the ground until he was done. Afterwards, he simply chuckled. [color=crimson][b]"I'm not going anywhere either, Mama Viper. I'm here till the very end. Isn't this what we've been training for? fighting the darkness and all that,"[/b][/color] he told her with a smile, initiating his own black-dyed armor to protect him from the Lanes. [@vancexentan][@Double][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]