Important Duties Rhaine

The one thing that told Wrath he knew exactly where he was going, was his sense of awareness. Going to the tomb was the one place he never brought George, as he felt it just didn't seem right. Whether it was the clicking of the claws on the marble or the fact he could knock a lesser jar down with his tail, Wrath just never felt his buddy needed to be here. Materializing right in front of the tomb, Wrath let his sense of smell taking in a deep breath, and right away he knew where to walk. Allowing himself to walk straight ahead, he envisioned the tunnel in his mind until he found himself in the main room. The echoing of each footstep from his shit kickers told him he was heading right towards the alter, and soon he paused and just listened for a sound.

"I am here." It was all he could think of to say to the Scribe Virgin...if she was around. Man, this really bit the big one. You couldn't ask her questions, so calling out "You around here woman?" really would not be a good idea. Last thing he needed was to widow Beth because he was frustrated. Tapping his fingers on his leathers, he tilted his head just slight allowing his neck to crack, and a warm "mm" escaped his lips.