When Angrim got up to left, the King seemed to want to say something in objection, but he was too slow. The undead paladin put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Myrunue watched as Nsia took a bite of the flower, seemingly the most alarmed among them, though Grant was smoldering- narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the sight of the tiefling consuming blighted flowers without care. He was stern-faced, hard-jawed, with green eyes and a somewhat dark complexion. He wore the garb of an inquisitor, armor over some parts robes and some parts travelling attire, an odd mix of practicality and display. Anton at least made the effort to hide his distaste, turning away as he grimaced.<br/><br/>The room she had chosen was solitary, apart from everyone else- though some windows and the main hall were the only ways of entry. "You won't be joining us?" Vaelor asked, smiling sardonically, "You realize how suspicious that seems to<em> ordinary</em>people?" Though the undead was hardly ordinary, himself.<br/><br/>Their attention all drew towards Anton as he spoke, and finally the King nodded, "That would be good." He said, "Eh... Would someone go after Angrim? I'm sure he's capable but... ah, just to be safe."<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Angrim walked through the rest of the keep, which had seemed wholly abandoned. Gentle wind blew through the broken windows, the inevitable overgrowth beginning a slow process of consuming the city as it had consumed the empires of the east. The halfling found little but the remnants of what was once a kingdom. It had appeared eerily silent, devoid of even animal life.<br/><br/>Soon, the need for stealth seemed to disappear entirely. Something about this place seemed... off. It was the fulcrum upon which rested the balance of the two worlds, the realm of civilization... and the realm of nature alone. Here, in this no man's land, the beings of both sides refused to step foot. Angrim did not even find any corpses or skeletons here... No, this was not a place ruined by invasion or calamity. This was simply the earth reclaiming its dominion over the land, one poisoned leaf at a time. In a way, it almost seemed safe. Not even fiends were so mad as to venture into the blight.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://s27.postimg.org/qmnhmbx1f/1500x909_9386_Old_Stairs_2d_illustration_ruins_f.jpg)</div>