Zeke walked heavy footed down the hallway, deliberately making his presence known as he approached the group. His deep, gravelly breaths seeped out of the shadow from within his black hood. Somehow, Zeke made this grand corridor look small as his gargantuan figure nearly took up all the space it offered. When he was finally within just a few steps of the group, he stopped. And then he just looked at them, his gaze slowly moving from one face to the other, his breaths still rolling out in a rhythm. Finlay was missing and the group was running late for the trial. Zeke was not happy.
"Yo, yo, yo!" Finlay called out as he jogged down the hallway, a fairly large man trying to keep pace behind him. "We're ready!"
Zeke slowly turned to Finlay as the latter approached, and said nothing. As Finlay's advance came to a halt, Zeke stepped forward, getting within inches of Finlay before he stopped and looked down upon the Hood. A gruff, audible huff came out of Zeke, expressing his aggravation and lack of patience. This was taking too long.
"Right, yeah, I got it. We're ready. Meet ya there, I promise." Zeke stood for a moment longer, causing Finlay to visible begin to worry, his mouth dropping open slightly and his muscles tensed up. You never knew what to expect with Zeke. You couldn't read him, you couldn't get a sense of personality. All you could do was hope that he was feeling particularly merciful on the day in which you offended him. Finally Zeke turned and headed back down the corridor from whence he came. Finlay let out an exaggerated sigh and slumped his body over, bracing himself on his knees. "Good night. That fookin guy."
Finlay stood up straight once more, regaining his composure. "No more dilly dallyin'. It's time to see what you all are made of." He pointed to the sizable man at his side, dressed in full armor with long hair and a stern disposition. "Robert will be joining us. Locksley, you're with Hae, Celestina and Rivington," he said, pointing out each person as he spoke their name.
"Now enough fookin around. We're late and if I 'ave to smell that big bastard's breath one more time today I'm gonna lose my shit. Follow me." Finlay started walking down the same trail that Zeke took, presumably toward the Trial location. He looked back and noticed that people weren't quite behind him, yet. "MOVE!"