Orsino hesitated a moment before flicking his wrist to free his robes as they bunched up around the elbow while at the same time conjuring up a small flame with which to see with. He jumped when a Tevinter Gargoyle met him face to face and he stifled a nervous chuckle, moving around the hideous decoration with Sarah close in tow.
The other two times he had been cocky, and foolish, in helping the apprentices out. Ones who convinced him he they would be okay, but instead turned up dead or caught. He still got hateful glances from the apprentice he had assisted and it made him seethe behind closed lips. It’ d taken him quite awhile to get the respect back from Senior Enchanters and Mages alike and even longer for him to be trusted by the Templars when the little rat had told on him.
“There is a group of apostates who helped fleeing mages in the caverns, I believe…so yes, I’m sure others know.” He replied, ducking underneath a gigantic cobweb. He didn’t exactly know the apostates who helped, he was just aware that there were some who did. Together he led her through the cluttered area, minding to keep his flame from anything that may catch fire.
Finally, as they neared the back of the basement, he finally had the crate in his sights and he quickened his pace. He wasn’t eager to be rid of her, no. He was just anxious to get her out before it was too late. Again, the dark thoughts of all that could go wrong for both of them assaulted his already plagued mind and he turned to her, her face lit partially by the flickering flame.
His magic didn’t affect her the same as it did earlier. She was not in a weakened state, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have a certain draw, an appeal to him. The dance of a flame came to life in his fingertips, but so did the rest of him as well. She was a bit surprised when they had a statue glaring down at them through emptied sockets. The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she gulped a little harder than usual, but easily relaxed when he chuckled.
Glancing up at Orsino, she tucked her hand over his arm and continued to look where the light of the flame reached. “Oh! Is that so, but the real question is, how many actually make it out of there?” Her voice softened and an inquisitive expression crossed her fair features. How treacherous was this path? How many brave souls sought freedom only to meet the end of a blade or caught in the mandibles of a spider?
She noticed that they were now picking up the pace. Seems that the end of this stroll draws near, especially now that her eyes spotted what looked like a crate. When he stopped before it, so did she, and stared at his features by the light of his makeshift torch. Green eyes beckoned his gaze, to draw him in and ensnare him. Rosy lips twitched with a smile as her hand reached for his elongated ear, “After this, I will no longer be your burden. So.. why do you look upon me like this? What torments your thoughts?”