The shadows seemed to cling to him as he sat in silence, where they stopped and he began was blurry at best. Arturo's<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/PCU2211.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">mask</a>was set in place in front of a crimson head wrap, his tuxedo was wrinkled and dirtied. He listened around him, his senses providing much better protection than anybody's sight could provide. He emitted a low hum, sending a wave through the air and bouncing it off the candles, the figures in the clearing and the Ferris wheel itself. There was sure to be a confrontation seeing as how Camelia it seemed had a pair of swords and one of the Attendants, Delilah it seemed had some sort of pistol.<br/><br/>The shadows around him rippled, excited. The plucking of his bow, muffled but starting to grow tinged the air. A couple of squeaks could be heard, a deep guttural growl. The shadows writhed as if begging for release, to be unleashed.<br/><br/>His voice, projected uncharacteristically loud. Its calmness normally soothing was chilling now. It seemed to come from every dark corner, a black chorus with a single voice.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">It's a dangerous place out here Delilah. It is not fit for a <i>lady</i>.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>