Roderik
As he ran he waited for a clear intersection, or a stairwell. Once he had arrived at one, he sang a song of marching soldiers, warriors striding off to their deaths in battle. As he finished the sound of booted feet began echoing throughout the tower of the Shadow Mage. No shapes could be seen, but the sounds of three groups of 13 were spreading to throughout the tower, walking away from the left hand turn that Roderik had made. He carefully stalked down the passageway keeping an eye out for anything that would want to make a meal out of him.
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