Every step he took, the sound of his staff hitting the ground echoed; his gaze was sharp, very intimidating, but he knew that it was the only way to truly be safe inside this place. It wasn't like the Blue Rose; the Withered was the complete opposite.
He knew best, since he had also been born here.
Grabbing his long beard, the wizard looked at the marks on the wall, traversing close to the marketplace, but not fully inside of it, as if the Abyss was hiding near, it wouldn't want to stay in the light.
Keres followed from behind, carrying his blade in his hand, so that he could react in time if something did happen to the old man.
'As if.'
He knew the Withered better than anyone in the whole of the Blue Ro
e; he was also not a stranger to its nature, but he was in no way as wise and knowledgeable as he was; he had seen more than he could think of. And all have gone on in this place.
