[@Shadow Dragon]

T'sar had been called by the head of the mages to come to the armory, His services were needed as he was suppose to be on a mission with his fellow mages. The mission itself was to track down whomever is killing the local mages, Consulting the chicken bones he foresaw a bad omen on his mission. So he would tread carefully during this mission, He did not want himself or his fellow mages to have bad luck befall them. Walking slowly towards the armory and when he finally reach that area he was looking around, Touching the cold brick walls of the area. Being reminded of a crypt or catacomb which he likes to frequent once in a while.