In the shadows that lined the far end of the sanctuary stood a figure of black. No light seemed to acknowledge the form, leaving him to the shadows. Eyes moved sharply from point to point, watching the sanctuary like a preditor. The form stood there for hours, counting guards, hours, minutes, positions, stops.
The chill of the air did not seem to impact them much as they moved. He counted mostly women, very few men.
There was power there, something sensed, something felt warning him that there was some protection. But it wasn't all protected, it wasn't all safe.
That's what he needed to find out.
A breach would make this simpler, would make the whole task so much more inviting and effective. The question now became was the weakness intentional, was it a trap? Or was there something else there? Or the result of laziness and simplicty?
The chill of the air did not seem to impact them much as they moved. He counted mostly women, very few men.
There was power there, something sensed, something felt warning him that there was some protection. But it wasn't all protected, it wasn't all safe.
That's what he needed to find out.
A breach would make this simpler, would make the whole task so much more inviting and effective. The question now became was the weakness intentional, was it a trap? Or was there something else there? Or the result of laziness and simplicty?