[color=d1653a]"What the fuuuuuuck..."[/color] Even he thought his voice sounded weak. The same effort he was making to stop himself from hyperventilating was also stopping him from breathing too deeply. It was a balance that couldn't hold, but he felt a desperate need to stay perfectly still. The salt circle was keeping that... thing away from him. The letter had been very specific that there must be no gaps, and Allyn was finding that he was now much more prepared to extend the old man who had written it some good faith. 

(Not [i]that[/i] much good faith--part of him was becoming more and more aware that he had been tricked, if not in any of the ways he had expected.)

Doing his best to slow and deepen his breathing without losing his entire shit, Allyn turned his head to each side, making sure to keep the half-dead thing in his peripheral vision as he scanned the rest of his surroundings. Was there something he could do other than sit here and not freak out? Was there something even worse he wasn't seeing?

[i]([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29003]6[/url] to Notice)[/i]

He couldn't see anything else that looked as worrying as what was in front of him--but as he turned his head back and forth, he realized that he also could no longer see the nearest gargoyles. Had they even been there? A second ago, Allyn would have sworn he'd seen them--but now he wasn't so sure.