It was quiet, empty and even much darker than the hole he lived in when he was younger. Donchen had been walking through this unusually empty and dreary cave town for what may seem like three minutes now. He kept his sword clutched tight in its sheathe, waiting for some kind of attack as if it were to be expected, even though he wouldn't be able to defend himself from any attack because his senses of sight and hearing had been dimmed for the time being under the curse within this cave. Of course, the lack of any knowledge of magic prevented him from knowing this off hand like the others.<br/><br/>He dared not to call out for any of his associates, as previous ventures into something like this had awoken colossal tomb guardians that managed to chase him from his prizes at times. For all he knew, he could've awoken a very antisocial community of Ramen here. So as cautious as Donchen could be, he proceeded along the town. Very little in sight, and very little to be heard. He would wander, maybe for days or weeks looking for his companions in this cursed cave town.<br/><br/>He would continue walking, for who knows how long under the curse. As the time passes, there continues to be no other presences within the vicinity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>