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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
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[color=298e25][i]"We[/i] can't, [i]Jake."[/i][/color] Rohan had an edge to his voice, while addressing the guy who immediately refrained from being quiet. [color=298e25]"Franklin can. Or maybe we find a necromancer to do it. Whisper if you want to say something."[/color] Was it that important? Probably not, but if there was something actually alive down here, Rohan would've preferred it being surprised by their presence, not the other way around. He watched them go through what they had, and eventually Connie just pulled out a flashlight, which was good enough. He ignored the banter, keeping an ear out as they were led on by Finley's nose for blood. Rohan hung back a little while the others took the lead, listening for his familiar to return.

The creaking of his wings was easy to pick up on. He turned and stood still a moment. Root swooped over with one of his master's artifacts in his beak. [color=298e25]"There we are. Alright."[/color] Rohan plucked it out of the air as Root dropped it. It was made of bog wood older than history, with black, oiled leather to strap it to one's face. He pulled the [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019da8a8-4de1-770c-9dc6-dfacf8aeceec.webp]Mask of Other Things[/url] over his head. Gossamer-thin strands of something black snaked from the edges of the mask up to his eyes, and he felt his vision shift.

Then, he walked back up through the middle of the group, while Root landed on one arm. He didn't seem very vocal about his opinion of the magpies still hitching a ride on Rohan's right shoulder, which happened to be Root's favorite perching spot. 

[color=298e25]"There are things mortal eyes just aren't made to see,"[/color] He explained, voice still quiet. [color=298e25]"That's what this mask is for. So..."[/color]

He focused his attention ahead. There didn't appear to be any strange energies or immaterial beings that could go invisible. He walked ahead of them, and... Nothing. It was just the usual.

[color=298e25]"Huh. Well, for the dungeons, it seems pretty normal. I don't see anything out of the ordinary, just the usual liminal oddness."[/color] Rohan turned back to the group.

[color=298e25]"Doesn't seem that there's-"[/color]

His head whipped back around with the quickness of a predator. A knife found its way into his hand. He saw-

Nothing.

For a brief moment, something was there. But as he focused on that spot along the stone walls of the dungeons, it was just an empty space.

[color=298e25]"A shadow- It's gone."[/color] Rohan tilted his head around. Nothing was jumping out at them. Could it have been a trick of the light? Something Annika was working on casting? It was hard to be overly careful in spaces like this, where one could get lost in ways that were hard to amend.

[color=298e25]"Hm. Probably just one of those witches just haunting the place."[/color]

A magpie on his shoulder made a quiet chittering sound.

[color=298e25]"Or that,"[/color] He agreed. [color=298e25]"Okay, so far so good. Annika, you're the shadow wizard, did you see that too?"[/color]