Vincent busied himself with watching the passing crowd as it began to grow. The male would get lost if he wandered off, and unless he did something drastic. The warlock approached the stables lucrecia was in and paused outside the door. Vincent's pace was easy, he was moving slowly, easily amongst the people, extending his senses in an effort to detect this last chosen. Vincent's attention was caught by a sudden whistle from Sal. The older male was a bit away, gesturing towards the stable. Vincent nodded and moved that way, his black cloak sweeping along the ground as he moved<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Lets go"</span>He said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"She is near, I can feel it"</span>Vincent felt so out of place in a place so full of life, he wasn't so much in a rush to find this other chosen as he was to leave this place. Corus made him uncomfortable, he hated being amongst all the people who stared at him or backed away from him. Vincent cast his gaze towards the stables, the warrior should be emerging soon with her horse.<br/><br/>The male approached Sal<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"shall we get going?" </span>He felt that Sal also wanted to leave, or at least get going, who knew what kind of minions Twilight had, and every moment they wasted was a minute that the great god of corruption could be freed. Vincent looked around and lifted his arm, the raven that was formerly perched on his shoulder taking off<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Go Malphas"</span>he commanded, allowing the avian to take off, the bird would aid them, their eyes in the skies.