Rol watched the figure until the dark swallowed them completely at the base of the left citadel.
He stood there for a moment with his perception still extended, trying to pull any more detail from the distance. Nothing. The dark mana radiating from the castle interfered at this range like static over a comm line.
The figure was gone not to be seen, unless they go near the citadel itself.
He retracted his perception and turned what he had over in his mind.
It was most definitely a person. A young boy who was only recently awakened, by the mana density.
They had crossed the courtyard alone, in a dungeon that had a three-star rating, well that made them either real fools or brave men with skills to back that bravery.
'That person clearly saw us,' Rol thought, smiling. 'And that bitch ran away, what does he think am I?'
