Nov 17 2023, 12:41 PM
The Sentinel did not wait for the rest. When the path ahead became clear, he--not wanting to rely upon his still-mending leg, which ached at times--called upon his magicka, instead. Ethereal blue wings flared out to either side, sparking an aura like distant fireflies around him.
He rose up a little, swathed in wisps of blue, and (careful not to rise too high lest the magic fail and break the leg again) the Sentinel swept forward, halberd in hand, to investigate. He would see what there was to see--and then report back, and ask Master Vargas if he knew what any of this meant... or even was.
exit Sentinel