Sigrun continued to cling onto Zel's arm, not out out fear of course. She was just imitating Larea for reasons not even she knows. Though, she continued the trend by grabbing onto Ahmaht's arm with her free hand as he approached. To her it was more of a merry frolic as opposed to fearful clinging, despite the fact that they were potentially approaching some terrible danger. The knight also wished not to lose sight of her friends as they proceeded into the unknown, keeping their limbs attached to each other seemed to be the best way to keep your companions close. As they reached the exit to the pass, she witnessed Larea dash outside and trip once again. Taking her action to heart, she leaned forward, attempting to drag everyone with her as she fell. Though, the resilience of the stone man and Ahmaht's fortitude caused her to hang off of them like a branch from a tree. Soon, she let go of their arms and plopped to the ground with a cloud of ash surrounding her point of impact. The woman rose up, the front half of her body was almost completely coated in grey. She brushed herself off from head to toe, her face still somewhat blemished with ash as Sulfur Saturated Sigrun caught up to Larea.<br/><br/><br/>------------------------------------------<br/>"Such a quaint little town, Veloen."<br/><br/>Sticking out like a sore thumb was a very noble looking man standing within the market square of the rural town. Long blonde hair draped his shoulders, which were covered by a white mantle. A golden robe covered the rest of him, reaching down to his feet. The robe was adorned in various elegant designs near the base of the cloth. The boots that were mostly covered up by the man's robe were as white as his mantle. His eyes were hazel, contradicting the bright colors that the man adorned. Beside him, stood a woman with a somewhat proud stance. Her hair was lavender, tied in the back. She wore a small iron breastplate, along with her blue tunic and light-tan trousers. Iron greaves covered the bottom of her attire, with a sword hoisted on her waist by a belt.<br/><br/>"Tis a small, isolated town. These people are separated by the vices of the outside world, such creatures could prove beneficial to the construction of our Paradise." the man explained solemly.<br/><br/>"No man is truly without sin," stated the woman bluntly.<br/><br/>"Truth lies in your words, but I wish to abolish such a truth. Even if I must sin to create such a place that hosts only honesty and fairness, then so shall it be," he continued. "Merideth, rally the others. Let us finish our task and be done with this place."<br/><br/>The armed woman gave an affirming nod and set off. The noble man turned around, gazing upon the sight one last time before raising his arm into the air. The villagers nearby looked at the auction with confusion and curiousity. He then began to speak,<br/><br/>"Umbra, I call upon your power once more. Cover this hamlet in your sweet dark embrace, the glorious ebon night!"<br/><br/>With a wave of his hand, a black fog appeared that seemed to swallow the village whole. Not a single thing was visible to the startled villagers. As hard as their screams of panic and dismay emanated around the town, the strange magic used by the man seemed to silence their cries. After a few minutes, the darkness dispersed. Nothing remained in the town but the structures it's people erected. Not a living soul was present, only empty buildings and an unsettling wind lingered.