Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140703131951/@comment-24942837-20140713162124

Samuel nodded. "This way, folks, for the all arund tour to the center of evil, complete with its' very own bone midget." Altair helped Samuel when the clairvoyance and his own senses weren't working. Finally, they reached a massive hallway, and Octavian was about to walk right by when the assassin stopped him. "Halt, you fool. It's a trap." Altair slowly walked forward, and out emerged a bony, tiny little figure, barely taller than a dwarf, with a wrap around his eyes and an old wooden staff. "Altair, is this you?"

"Yes, Guardian of the Anchors. I bring reinforcements to pursue the rebel demi-gods."

"Good, good. You may pass." Altair silently did a group invisibility and muffle, as they walked past.