[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    followed as they made the journey to the haunt of the Crow Hunter, his senses stretched as they traveled. Just when it seemed there’d be nothing of note along the path of their travels, Farren caught sight of the far-off silhouette of [i]something[/i]. When Moira revealed what that strange figure was, Farren’s eyes widened fractionally, before his brows lowered and he swallowed. To think Dietrich had fought this thing all on his lonesome and had come out relatively unscathed. It was remarkable, as was the sheer size of the creature as he stared upon it from a distance, like the others. Ophelia seemed to take little notice. He understood, they had a more pressing goal and there wasn’t much to be gleaned from so far away.

Nonetheless, Farren memorized what he could of the creature’s silhouette and then kept it in his peripheral vision as they continued on towards their destination. Though he’d been careful before, Farren did his best to move even more soundlessly from that moment onwards, even if it meant holding some of his armaments more firmly in place by hand. The weapons on his back he strapped tighter to himself. They’d be harder to easily withdraw, but this way they’d not jostle and make noise as much as they might otherwise have done.