Footsteps were heard as the flustered wizard trudged through the Sealers' base, his pointed shoes still slightly charred from the explosion. A sachel floated behind him through a quick telekinetic spell and his hair was tangled and particularly wild, but thankfully hidden under his pointy hat.<br/><br/>He went past long corridors with half abandoned experiments and half enchanted weapons; doors leading to burnt, charred, decapitated and occasionally dismembered training dummies in colourless rooms; tapestries that moved and paintings that looked on disapprovingly at Silas' state of disarrangement; magical weapons hung over walls in a way that made Silas uneasy.<br/><br/>He straightened his hat as he approached the room quickly, and tried - unsucessfuly- to make his arrival subtle.