[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Well, Solomon was right. The whispers were nefarious.  Intense whispers led to a harsh scream. Be it magic or otherwise, it gave Solomon the impression a banshee. It didn’t matter too much. He considered himself lucky. A lich never sleeps. As for the staff, the baron, and some of his party members, they fell as their minds went unconscious. For what felt like an uncomfortably long time, the room became eerily silent.  And then Cedar almost drowned in oatmeal, and Yvonne fell out of her chair.

	Kaito seemed unaffected by the spell as well, quickly thinking of a plan to hide, casting perfect duplicates with his illusions. Rather than hide straight into the wall, Solomon’s body became black, resembling the shadows he commanded throughout the morning, and merged within the shadows of the room, leaving not a trace of him even if the illusions were not present. He also willed for August to engage. Not to enter the keep, not for now. Instead, August was going to keep the mages dismantling Cedar’s mana pools busy. He was to stealthily restore the mana pools Cedar had planted from below the earth. By doing that, he was allowing the thorny vines to resume rapidly growing. Hopefully in this way, those mages would be too occupied to lend aid to the men inside the keep.

	As for the troops already making their way down, Solomon didn’t have time to prepare any of his usual antics when it came to conflict. Appearances were made to be kept, and the enemy unknown. Furthermore, he didn’t have time to summon a more combat oriented ally. So far the only thing that kept him in the room was the unknown entity’s ability to detect shadows, and him leaving might prematurely reveal Kaito’s illusions. He wouldn’t be the first to act. If opportunity arose, he might be able to use the soldiers against themselves, if not summon another undead ally.