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Interacting with: [@RogueFox][@Shadow Dragon]

[color=chocolate]"More of the same..."[/color] Mortimer says as they wandered deeper into the dungeon's halls. He'd note that he should bury their dead after they establish a base of sorts. Just felt wrong to just leave them there rotting with the bodies of those horrid adventurers. But what caught his full attention was the sound of footfalls that weren't his nor the vampire's echoing through the halls as it grew fainter and fainter as the being that caused it went deeper into the dungeon. Mortimer called out but it seemed that he reacted too late. The sound of footsteps had gone so distant that he couldn't hear them any longer. [color=chocolate]"I'm sure that I wasn't the only one who heard that. We ought to follow them...but keep your guards up. We don't know if they're hostile or not."[/color]

He was feeling a little more confident than when he was all alone but confidence would nary hinder an attacker's blade. Better to be prepared for the worst rather than getting caught with your metaphorical pants down.