The creatures of the maze (part two)
Kal's gaze lingers on the deformed halfling, his eyes dulling as he rubs the bracelet on his wrist with a nervous fervour, a far off look overcoming him as though in that moment, he would very much like to disappear and sink away from this decrepit maze entirely. It doesn't take a genius to realise he is holding something back from me, but reigning in my curiosity, I decide to leave it. Heaven knows that boy is under enough pressure as it is.
While I have the excuse of my vampirism to be marginally more careless in this grimy maze of monsters, Kal is not immortal, and would not be spared if one such creature ambled across us by chance. Mortality is a precious thing, and in these moments, Kal seems to be feeling it more than anyone.
Eventually, Kal draws his gaze away from the creature, grimacing. As quickly as we dare, we both start walking off down the maze, away from the creature, anxious to be gone.