[At first, he senses nothing but the stirring wind and flickering shadows of dusk across the ground. It's only once he's about halfway there that a sharp shift in the air causes him to grind to a halt; the whisper of drawn metal sounds like an evening breeze. Only silence touches on his senses, but he's almost positive that there's someone out here. Someone good.]
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Date: 2010-03-06 01:49 am (UTC)