(First post, then revise)
Just as he was about to step into the portal, Lancelot suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, his gaze penetrating the thick fog and spotting something unique.
"What's wrong?" Kalalin asked anxiously, "Is there something not right?"
"No, nothing worth noting."
Lancelot shook his head. He had just felt a secretive call, a wave of admiration-filled spiritual fluctuation, an invitation to a gluttonous feast, a greeting from his own kind. His response was to pretend to ignore it, but he wasn't sure that would make any difference—'Eternal Hunger' Tulaglas had already noticed him, and all he could do was to leave that terrifying entity's sight as quickly as possible.
"Let's go." Lancelot nodded to everyone, "Keep up."
