<em>"That would be lying...lying is wrong. I wont let you do it...I came with you by my own will."</em><br/><br/>Laszlo stares at Anethrial, the naivety! He hears shifting footsteps outside, and the clatter of armor. Her friends had reacted quicker than he'd hoped. He unsheathes his sword, hefting it a few times. His fingers are cold, a little numb from blood loss. Anethrial seems to hear the guards as well, she stops in her tracks.<br/><br/><em>"I think  this tunnel might have just lead us into some more trouble."</em><br/><br/>Laszlo sighs, covering his face with his cowl again. He pulls down his hood, he'll need his peripheral vision for this.<br/><br/>"Look, forget your moral qualms, we'll die right here if you don't. Open the door, follow my lead, and you might still have a home in the temple when all this is done." His mind whirs into action, formulating a plan for the encounter ahead.