With his newly acquired weapon, Thomas felt an abnormal confidence within himself, and he found himself hesitating less as he quickly made his way towards one of the wolves at a quick pace. With every step he took towards the thorny creature, he felt the glaive lighten up in his hands more and more. It felt almost natural to hold it, despite having never even used it before. At this point, he could only assume it was something to do with the Tower. It was a curious place.

However, before he’d even had a chance to engage with the monster, it ceased moving completely, something that caught him off guard. He stopped himself mere feet away from the beast, wondering whether to just go at it anyway, after all it was just standing there. A decision was made very quickly once he realised the new possible threat that had shown itself down the hall, or rather, himself. 

The boy backed away towards the others, who at this point seemed to just be tormenting or trying to reason with the bare-chested fellow. He decided to keep quiet for now, and besides it’s not like he had anything to say that hadn’t already been said. They hadn’t stolen anything, at least while he’d been around. So, he just listened to what was being said, looking between his comrades and the man down the hall, eyeing him with an unsure look.