Arran's curiosity as to why the way station sat empty only sharpened as his untrained and ignored magical senses tried to tell him that there was trouble ahead. There was something...wrong that he had never smelt before.<br/><br/>Apprentice was so involved in what could be wrong that when he actually saw what<em>was</em>wrong, he froze. "What in the nine hells is that?" He muttered, staring when he should have been running.<br/><br/><hr/>Nil success.