"That will do just fine. We can always talk later when there are less eyes and ears about." Arrowbane replied as he glanced over his shoulder warily. He adjusted his glasses onto his nose with a set of fingers before returning his attention back to his comrades. The hairs on the back of Arrowbane's neck prickled. For all the years he had lived here, he had never overcome the feeling that a mysterious presence pulsed its way through the bones of Thardevaal. He shrugged it off as being a sense of paranoia, but he could never fully get rid of it. It sat in his mind like a splinter.