Post by Enthavion on Dec 17, 2011 21:17:38 GMT -5
Enthavion had watched as Kinasha was taken underground. *She'll be safe there.* He thinks to himself. He had been to this city before and knew of the underground tunnels and passageways. *Tomorrow morning they'll take her through the west corridor before heading up to the surface right in front of the Palace of the Machine King.* There isn't any need for him to follow her down below.
Enthavion takes one last glance at the underground passage as it closes up and Antiquity goes about his normal duties. He looks over in the direction of the Machine Kings Palace. *I can make it there tonight. The Inn is right next to the entrance of the west corridor.*
In the blink of an eye Enthavion has teleported a block away from the inn he spoke of. He always tries to appear in alleyways where he doesn't sense anyone so as not to alarm people. He makes his way onto the main street and walks down to the inn where he purchases a room for the night.
As he lays on the bed he stares at the ceiling. His sleep cycle was anything but normal and right now sleep alludes him. In his mind he sifts through the rumors about the phantom and tries to deduce which ones might be true and which ones might be false. As well as the consequences of each should the phantom succeed.
Eventually the early morning comes and Enthavion rises and checks out to go and wait at the west corridor. He isn't sure when exactly Kinasha will be by but he's sure that she will eventually pass by.
Enthavion takes one last glance at the underground passage as it closes up and Antiquity goes about his normal duties. He looks over in the direction of the Machine Kings Palace. *I can make it there tonight. The Inn is right next to the entrance of the west corridor.*
In the blink of an eye Enthavion has teleported a block away from the inn he spoke of. He always tries to appear in alleyways where he doesn't sense anyone so as not to alarm people. He makes his way onto the main street and walks down to the inn where he purchases a room for the night.
As he lays on the bed he stares at the ceiling. His sleep cycle was anything but normal and right now sleep alludes him. In his mind he sifts through the rumors about the phantom and tries to deduce which ones might be true and which ones might be false. As well as the consequences of each should the phantom succeed.
Eventually the early morning comes and Enthavion rises and checks out to go and wait at the west corridor. He isn't sure when exactly Kinasha will be by but he's sure that she will eventually pass by.