[Vergilius is restless. See, that's why he's learned over the years to steel his heart in such matters - emotions shouldn't come into play. They shouldn't. But his worry itches under his skin like a terrible little worm, and some of his focus is scattered o other places. On a night like this....yes. He and Roland faced foes like this. What a time to remember.]
[That doesn't mean he's blind and dumb, though. What with the creatures around, he's not the type to be ambushed so easily. Vergilius steels his sword, his own red eyes shining bright as he turns with no warning, holding his sword out to...]
[A rather familiar face. He blinks, lowering his sword.]
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[Vergilius is restless. See, that's why he's learned over the years to steel his heart in such matters - emotions shouldn't come into play. They shouldn't. But his worry itches under his skin like a terrible little worm, and some of his focus is scattered o other places. On a night like this....yes. He and Roland faced foes like this. What a time to remember.]
[That doesn't mean he's blind and dumb, though. What with the creatures around, he's not the type to be ambushed so easily. Vergilius steels his sword, his own red eyes shining bright as he turns with no warning, holding his sword out to...]
[A rather familiar face. He blinks, lowering his sword.]
...Silco. What are you doing here?