[He stays close as they cross the threshold, unwilling to let her venture too far ahead on her own. The room appears to be empty, but he can feel the tension as it rolls over them, the air itself thick with unease.]
Perfect place for an ambush.
[He doesn't need to tell Amelia to be on her guard, he knows— she's been on alert all the while, as has he.
He exhales, his voice low as he pulls from the Weave and feels energy coursing through his arm, down to the very tips of his fingers, a spell ready to take form at a moment's notice.]
Whatever comes our way, I don't fancy their chances.
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Perfect place for an ambush.
[He doesn't need to tell Amelia to be on her guard, he knows— she's been on alert all the while, as has he.
He exhales, his voice low as he pulls from the Weave and feels energy coursing through his arm, down to the very tips of his fingers, a spell ready to take form at a moment's notice.]
Whatever comes our way, I don't fancy their chances.