Takal shudders at the feel of the negative energies in the air. "There is something strong here." He says to himself. "Something unnatural, disruptive... chaotic." He opens his eyes. The sun has made its way over the horizon and noise can be heard coming from the chedder cellar below. {{ i dunno if i need a listen check since i wouldnt be activly listening, just hearing, but heres on in case. listen=11+7=18}} Takal gets to his feet and stands up straight. He looks over the city slowly as the suns rays roll down the streets and over rooftops like honey. A stern look comes upon his face, he reachs into his pants and pulls out his headband. A wind begins to blow his enormous hair to one side. He slides the band over his head down to his neck, then up to his forhead and hair. The foreign symbol shines brightly as the sun reflects off the golden paint.<span style="font-style: italic">Evil will come here.</span>he thought<span style="font-style: italic">It will destroy all of this.... but soon... it will have a larger problem to deal with than a few mice...</span>With that, Takal turns around and quietly slips back through his window. {move silently=13+10=23} He slips on his shirt, grabs his satchel and heads downstairs.