[Of course he's right. But Canach only follows, eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the wind and snow actually curl into the alleyway. It certainly is responding to something, but to Canach it seemed more than that. As if something was actually drawing it in. A result of someone's anguish and despair of being trapped? Or something more sinister? With this place, one can never know.]
Allow me.
[With his shield strapped along the length of his forearm, that same hand raises the lantern high as he steps forward, the other resting on the hilt of his sword. Boots crunching against the hardened snow, even the naturally crafted leaves of his armor curl and wither inward, as if retreating from the sudden blast of dark coldness that brews within the darkness.
But it's not a bad move for Canach to go first. For one, he's more heavily built to take the brunt of any unnatural force. For another, his hardened and stalwart personality seems to create an invisible shield, buffeting against the cold and winds.]
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Allow me.
[With his shield strapped along the length of his forearm, that same hand raises the lantern high as he steps forward, the other resting on the hilt of his sword. Boots crunching against the hardened snow, even the naturally crafted leaves of his armor curl and wither inward, as if retreating from the sudden blast of dark coldness that brews within the darkness.
But it's not a bad move for Canach to go first. For one, he's more heavily built to take the brunt of any unnatural force. For another, his hardened and stalwart personality seems to create an invisible shield, buffeting against the cold and winds.]