Bael wondered how they had gotten past all the traps, they had not been activated. Wierd stuff, walking about, halfway following, halfway marvelling at how the intriquate spells and traps who where designed to go off with the slightest intelligent intruder entered, where frozen as if time itself had wrapped a finger around their triggers. Eyeing the pair. Did they suspect any traps? Were they even aware of them?
Then while pondering the idea, the exit was reached. This was it, rushing forward almost stumbling like a man depraved of water.
Hissing intently as blinding light almost seared his newborn eyes. He had reached the first light, kneeling in gratitude both for the people who had found him, for the tunic and for life itself.
Walking out like a blind man with his hands as cover. «Oh gods, forgotten how intense this light can get, would you mind waiting a few minutes til i get adjusted?»
Then the final step was cleared, and bird chirping, wind breeze. The smell of horses, nature and even the air smelled of well.... air?
Tears welled up, it was everything he had dreamt of. «I owe you for the tunic.»
A voice rose from behind them, a man dressed in utter red robes, eyeing them lazily with chocolate eyes and black ever growing hair. His gaze ever so piercing, Bael could sense an enormous dark pressure seeping trough this man. Almost as if he had been twisted by chaos and dipped in darkness itself.
Clasping his hands together as if he had just witnessed a performance, gleefully eyeing Bael, why was he seeking eye contact. NO closing his eyes, he wouldn't want to meet eyes with this person. Not now while he was weak. The smell this horrid smell, he smelled of nothing of this world. He was a true Abomination! The very touch of his feet pervading the green grass. Turning it into a rusty brown color. «You all owe me for disabling the traps.»
«Fuck you.» That kind of answer only seemed to excite the man.
