[Being largely unfamiliar with the physical capabilities of both of his companions, Liem watches with interest as Bondrewd twists the lock free of the doors — and sets it down with deliberate care. The feat of strength seems unsurprising given how physically imposing the man is, but his unfailingly methodical interaction with the surrounding labyrinth is more interesting to Liem, given the picture it paints about his character. Between the three of them, he’s not sure if there’s a single impulsive bone in their bodies.
The news that the door is going to close behind them makes him, if anything, even more suspicious of the portal and the room beyond. But even taking everything into consideration, no level of suspicion could be sufficient to turn aside their advance at this juncture. Liem simply dips his head to follow Sebastian beneath the taller man’s arm and into the dark of the room, looking warily about him as he crosses the threshold.
From what he can see, the room looks like an arena: one large enough that the very farthest edge lies beyond the range of his vision, at least in the absence of light. In the dark of the room, Liem’s eyes glow faintly red, like dying embers in the ashes of an old fire. He sees nothing within that would pose an immediate danger, though the signs of old battles lie strewn about as marks and the occasional forgotten bit of bone on the arena floor. The animal smell is heavier here, as well; even if there is nothing present with enough sapience to tempt a demon’s appetite, he suspects they are not entirely alone.
And he senses — something else, too, as they enter. Something he cannot quite place. It makes him stoop lower as he steps further into the room, incanting a short phrase as his fingers close around an old, heavy scale shed by some unknown beast. The light that flares from it is weaker than he’s used to, leaving the far reaches of the room in deep shadow — but it is still enough to illuminate the tapestry of old bloodstains on the floor when he tosses the scale into the middle of the arena.]
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The news that the door is going to close behind them makes him, if anything, even more suspicious of the portal and the room beyond. But even taking everything into consideration, no level of suspicion could be sufficient to turn aside their advance at this juncture. Liem simply dips his head to follow Sebastian beneath the taller man’s arm and into the dark of the room, looking warily about him as he crosses the threshold.
From what he can see, the room looks like an arena: one large enough that the very farthest edge lies beyond the range of his vision, at least in the absence of light. In the dark of the room, Liem’s eyes glow faintly red, like dying embers in the ashes of an old fire. He sees nothing within that would pose an immediate danger, though the signs of old battles lie strewn about as marks and the occasional forgotten bit of bone on the arena floor. The animal smell is heavier here, as well; even if there is nothing present with enough sapience to tempt a demon’s appetite, he suspects they are not entirely alone.
And he senses — something else, too, as they enter. Something he cannot quite place. It makes him stoop lower as he steps further into the room, incanting a short phrase as his fingers close around an old, heavy scale shed by some unknown beast. The light that flares from it is weaker than he’s used to, leaving the far reaches of the room in deep shadow — but it is still enough to illuminate the tapestry of old bloodstains on the floor when he tosses the scale into the middle of the arena.]