Calder Barlow shivered as he felt the strange, eerie silence around him, frowning quietly and looking about. Moving forth, he tried to pick out any trace of someone else present, then pausing to wait for his companions. There was no way he would wander off too far alone. He had heard enough tales about what happened to lone heroes that went too far ahead without backup. It might only take one mistake to kill a party of prepared adventurers on a bad day, but it was a sure way to get killed to step into a lion's den alone, unprepared, and all because of impatience.<br/><br/>So he waited, hoping silently the others were not planning on delaying for long. Pausing to look at Ksaramel with those strange, poorly-seeing eyes on her arrival. "I hear you. I do not hear anyone else. This place gives me a chill, as if there's nobody else here."