[KQ] Hush

archebold Fear is the price of imagination Archebold stood at the fork, and watched as Samuel showed his initiative and took the path on the left. He smirked...adorable...the blind leading the blind. If the boy only knew the power that came with being one like himself. Instead such a gift withered in a sniveling specimen. Tongue flicked between his teeth as he turned to the others, winking and nodding at Remi before he turned to Desmond and Amalia "I'm not a believer of following one simple path...I will go RIGHT, improve our odds as to finding the source of the voice calling out to us." Archebold turned and slowly tapped his walking stick over to Amalia, look of concern painted on his pale complexion. "Don't worry my dear...I too hear it as well." His voice held a continuous calm, an ease to it. Black, hollow eyes lingered on her a moment before he turned and began walking toward the path on the right. "I can see the path ahead as clear as day. Go left, go right...it doesn't matter,  not if both paths lead to the same destination." Archebold held a little more confidence in himself, in his mannerisms and words and perhaps that would sway some in believing he be the safer choice. Regardless he continued, stopping only briefly to wait to see if he heard steps following behind him. His slender finger gently tapping against the gold lionshead knob as he patiently waited. Though he held every intention to continue whether they chose to follow him or not.