Vale stiffened. He wasn't the only one to notice it as well because Kade and Garran sucked in sharp breaths as they watched it play out in front of him.
The darkness was darker than the surroundings and outlined into a shape covered with a tattered cloak and hood. Its hand was raised, holding a glistening metal lute to its lips.
"What the..." Kade whispered.
Vale had held his breath since he saw the figure, and he stilled when he felt the eyes under the hood settle on him, locking on him like a predator to prey.
He couldn't see, but he could swear he saw... felt the figure smile.
Then it began playing, and the air quivered as a low tune spread out like a ripple. This wasn't an attack type but a soulful sound that settled into his mind and sang of tales of grief and grim.
Vale felt as if the tide of emotions he held back would burst and swallow him, his face twitching as he wanted to lash out at something.
