Kaladin stepped froward, harpoon at the ready.
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Collin searched around swiftly, working his way from the top floor the the ones underground.

Caradoc looks around and uses a small spell which points an arrow made of light on the wall in front of Collin toward the dungeons as it moves.

Leo and Luner fought like the trained soldiers they were, powerful, graceful, cunning.

Collin stopped short to look at the arrow, tilted an ear at it, then hurried down to the dungeons.
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Kaladin looked at Selkie. "Combat?"

"Stay out of this!" Both fighters growled, "It's a matter of honor!"
"Yep," Selkie spoke.


The arrow led Collin as fast as he ran.

Kaladin nodded once, understanding perfectly. He put his harpoon away and glanced at Selkie. "Let's see if we can find the third." He suggested.
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Collin slowed down once he entered the dungeons, eyes adjusting to the dim lanterns that were the only sources of light in the dark hallways.

A few cloaked assains were standing guard.

"I agree. Lead the way," Selkie suggested.

Collin treked resolutely forward, sword held casually in his left hand. It was the only way in or out of Opal's dungeon, so he didn't have much a choice. "Hullo." He said to the guards, tone light and almost cheery. "Busy afternoon?"
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Kaladin turned and went back down the halls.

The cloaked figure growled, "You aren't suppose to be down here."


Selkie followed.

"Well, neither are you, I'm sorry to say. You see, Lady Opal's guards typically don't wear cloaks like that, which leads me to believe that you did something to the guards that should be down here." Collin casually remarked.

Without warning a group of three of the assains lunges at Collin swords and knives drawn.