Furyk looked up from his desk and stared at the wall in the direction of the main gates. he could feel something bad coming closer. He wasn't sure how he knew but he did. Sensations washed over his mind, the cold of nothingness, a feeling that there were rotten things crawling just under his skin. Before he knew it he was out of his chair and striding down the hallway. He took a side entrance into the throne room and opened a door a crack. Looking out the door he saw a dark garbed figure standing before the dais that the two thrones sat on. The figure seemed to radiate darkness and rottenness like a miasma. Using all the stealth that he could muster he crept out the door and closed it silently. Padding over to the carpet that ran down the center of the large room Furyk walked up behind the stranger. Staying a good fifteen feet away he rested his left palm on his sword pommel that hung at his left side.