((A little out there in the left field, aren't you Mala? Just saying... ))<br/><br/>Using teh hidden hand, the rogue flourished his cloaks, casting them out to drape over the priestess' form, head bowed to hide his face fully. What wasn't hidden already at least. "Be still... And be, strong..." He whispered... While brushing the palm of one hand gently shut her eyes, the darkness falling over them both... A veil of shadows to mask them from observers...<br/><br/>~Time laps~<br/><br/>Rough cobblestones gave a soft mushing protects as a lone, cloak draped figure marched through the sewers... Advancing upon a slow incline, an ascent, slowly making his way further and further up... Leather clad feet, with bone toes bare, slowly dragged as he moved with a sort of lethargy. Stepping out of the sewer's entrance and onto the half dead grass, the rogue moved at a slugish pace, weighted down by the small, frail looking forsakeness that he was carrying bridal style. Draped in one of his cloaks like a blanket. Sludge and stink wafted from him, something black and oil like slowly oozing down his leggings. Head lulled... The sky was, as always, cloudy as a veil of faint violet coloration tainted the land around them. Tumors overcoming trees, grass somewhere between dried and dead, as well as clinging to life...<br/><br/>The wind brushed his cloaks only faintly, as he cast his gaze down upon the delicate, doll like woman cradled into his arms... Then up those golden ghostlight orbs lifted, scanning the horizon...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>