[Salone]

Na'lsa walked beside the old man, slowing his pace to stay with him. His eyes scanned the dusty buildings before them, catching the dried and cracked fountain for a moment before looking onward. The place was deserted as far as he could tell, dust settling in to what was now less traveled doorways and alleys. He smirked, speaking mostly to himself as he took in the place as a whole.

"A sad little town for a sad little king, the dust from whence he came being his only subjects until he rejoins them. Makes one wonder if someone is mad enough to occupy these ruins."

He paused, as if listening to Lev's voice inside his head. He nodded, speaking a bit louder the second time around.

"Watch the rooftops. Watch the doorways. Watch everything. If there's something in this town, they're watching...always watching."