The boy scampered along, as the group watch and let him pass, though his pace becomes regular, step, step, step, half-step, poof, step, step, step, half-step, poof. The boys ragged and worn clothing clashes with the golden and blue band on his finger that he gestures to the river at every half-step. And every poof being the rise of the spray of fog. Only once the boy has passed and is running to the mouth of the valley does the twinkle of light gleam off the ring enough to make it visible.<br/><br/>As the last rays of the sun leave the sky far above the cry of something... unholy rises from the mouth of the valley and the depths. The kid freezes as he looks ahead and behind during the cry. He shivers in the gloom, before he walks to the next point in his patrol, kneels, extends his ring to the water, and poof, he is obscured by the fog. A moment later he rises, and begins bounding again, though his carefree appearance is gone. He doesn't seem wary of what's around him, more he is reluctant to get home, but was told to hurry. The night sounds of the valley do not return, the roosting birds quieten, and many fly away to other places outside the valley.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wei</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Wei notices that the ring on the boy's finger is orichalcum and blue jade.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Canticle</div><div class="spoiler_body">The cry is that of Tomescue demons, known as the Cloud Arsenal, the timing is appropriate as they cry out at dusk and dawn.</div></div>