Arching a brow, to looked down at the meat cleaver she had dropped... Stooping down to help pick it up again. "You got, this far... Whats a few more steps?" and then, he turned to look over, facing the stairs. "First lesson... Control your breathing..." He instructed, and then stepped backwards. It was as if the darkness itself came alife, reaching out and slithering over his body, melting it from view and into nothingness... Just it time, it would seem, as another set of footfalls began to echo through the dungeon. An apprentice torturer most likely...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>