i think we're haunted

Kalt was dressed in his uniform - as usual - silvers and greys covering the tunic and concealing countless knives all over his person. The assassin had been on edge lately for reasons that wished his eidetic memory would allow him to forget for once. Not likely. Regardless, he was looking for a distraction. How did he distract himself? Well, same way he did in Northwind and Northaven... By going somewhere strange and creepy and likely causing or getting into some trouble along the way. Looking for trouble really was the only exciting way to live. He had been all over the small bubble that everyone seemed to be confined to, but one place he had yet to approach was the labyrinth. Why he hadn’t gone yet, he didn’t know. Kalt usually just grouped it into the category of right place, wrong time, but that was over. His curiosity won out. However, he would be lying if he denied that the beautiful woman approaching the mouth of the labyrinth had nothing to do with his final decision to enter. The assassin had been perched relatively high above the ground, watching the spooky land for hints of what was inside for the better part of an hour. As soon as the woman approached, though... Well, time to stop sitting around. He dropped a few feet behind her, a quiet thud of boots landing on dirt the only sound of his movement. If the woman turned around, he would flash a charming smile as he righted himself and pulled his hood back to reveal his face to her. ”Not safe for a lovely woman to wander in these lands alone,” he warned playfully. ”Didn’t ya hear that goblins run these here parts?” He was of course talking out of his ass, but it was all in good fun. ”Name’s Kalt. What’s yours?” Rexanna kalt give into the night.