One moment, she was alone... The next, a section of shadowed wall beside her was distending, bulging as if pregnant. The would be belly expanded, distorted, becoming a figure dressed from head to toe in darkness... The darkness itself soon gave way, peeling off off him like a man pushing through a veil of curtains. First to become visible were the rogue's ghostlight gold eyes, before his arms reached out to grasp her shoulders, steadying Maoria and guiding her over to sit against the wall as well. Ignoring blatantly her distaste for hte slime and sludge. "Rest... Recover... " he spoke in that husky tone of his, lungs laboring as always to do work they need not perform...<br/><br/>The sound of metal whispering against scabard filled the small tunnel as he withdrew from her. "I shall go, Ahead... Waylay them..." Foolish whispered. For how could he be anything but? He had heard the numbers she counted off, and yet, alone, he would press on. Alone, he would challenge the enemy of their city... However, he was not truly alone... They had the Light, yes, but so did he. He had her to go back to... He had his friends, the shadows, he could trust... Silence, guile... These tunnels were his respective stomping grounds, they were playing on his terms, by his rules...<br/><br/>"If you can... Whisper... Whisper, to the whole of the city... Whisper, to the strong, to the able of body, and able of spell... And bow..." Slowly, he moved away from her, gliding across the ground like a ghost, form not bobbing as a walking figure should, but slithering as a snake. "I can only cull... So many... We will need aid..." And with that, he departed. Melting into the shadows of the wall, escaping the naked eye just as freely as he had emerged...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>