[ No voice returns, not from the figure ahead or from his whisper grass. A chill seems to set in, as everything around seems to come to a still quiet.
The figure turns, but not at the sound of his voice... If it was Scathach, she was scanning for something, as if she'd been pursuing their target, and had lost sight of it... ]
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The figure turns, but not at the sound of his voice... If it was Scathach, she was scanning for something, as if she'd been pursuing their target, and had lost sight of it... ]