Thieran strides along, singing to himself softly.
"Achos bwys, a ystwytha a chryfder."
He watches the buildings, watching for a town hall, a cartographer's building, a bookshop, anything that would give them a clue to what they'd face.
"At'r choedwigoedd chan Januli,"
He hears Darion coming up behind him, and keeps on going. The ranger's company wasn't that enjoyable, and it was time to be quiet. And aware, if it was possible.
"at chynaeafa blancau chan feithder..."
Well, it'd be good for Darion to be quiet. At least he was a deft hand with his two-bladed sword, the signature weapon of Corenthia, they were actually very good at a unique fighting style that...
No! Concentrate, for once!
"at chynaeafa blancau, chan feithder!"
Thieran stops, about a yard away from Darion. He strains his ears, looking around. If anything was going to attack a clueless fool singing in the deserted streets, it'd happen now.
(d20-1)[15] OOC: Thieran's perception check.