[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	That was bothersome. The grouped looked so close to actually bringing Asevor down, but was able to cripple Cedar, dispel Solomon’s hold, and turn completely invisible within moments of each other. To make matters worse, without Violet here to supplement his eyes, Solomon no longer could keep track of the mad wizard as soon as his form vanished. Solomon clicked his tongue. Since the storm was clouding the incineration spell, Solomon didn’t feel much threat from it any more. And given the size of the hail, it would be too dangerous to fly for a prolonged period of time, even if he was invisible, even through his rings or protection. He was probably seeking shelter. That would be the keep. Solomon turned back inside, still being soaked with rain as the wind carried the falling water inside through the open window.

	Solomon doubted Asevor would enter from any floor except the first. That was where the closest and mostly unobstructed entrance was. Many of the others along that wall were covered in vines courtesy of Cedar’s massive plant stalk. He lack much of any more power to call upon another exceptional ally, Solomon regretted, but perhaps he might have enough for something else. He remembered he still had a couple shadows still within the keep, though they couldn’t be of much tangible aid. Perhaps as a distraction, but without knowing exactly where Asevor was, that could be ineffective.

	“Shadows. Peak corners along the first and second floor. Speak to me if anything shifts to the presence of another.” said Solomon softly, his mind focused on something else. The shadows were like sentries now. One moved to the first floor, and the other stayed on the second. The idea was twofold, if Asevor spotted one of them, the shadows would initially appear to be another entity on the floor with him. Of course, he could confirm they were simply undead shadows through his magical tool. But that moment of pause, no matter how short might make a difference. It wasn’t a perfect sentry as long as he remained invisible, it was entirely possible to move about to any part of the keep without disturbance. 

	Solomon’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the box resting slightly askew from perfectly level upon rambling vines. Despite the damage caused by both sides during the conflict, Asevor was still very protective of the box. Solomon didn’t suspect much else reason he and August were targeted they way they were. Something looked off about it, though. Solomon climbed over a particularly thick vine to look at it from another angle. The large box initially looked undamaged from the pressure, but now he could see that part of the corner had popped open. Solomon got as close as he could, resting his eye just before the opening. His eye darted around its sunken socket trying to peek inside, perhaps hoping it was enough to see completely inside.