[KQ] Hush

archebold Fear is the price of imagination As Archebold continued and was greeted by the dead end, he gazed curiously at the wall and poked at it gingerly with his walking stick. "Well, that was unpleasant." He spoke under his breath before turning and finding the opening to his side. He observed the stone gargoyles frozen in place with no purpose. The water long since absent from their frozen lips. Though as he gazed further he noticed the shimmer or liquid further down. He paused only a moment. Walking stick tucked underneath his arm, though he was ready to unsheath the makeshift sword concealed in it if need be as he cautiously approached. His eyes passing the gargoyles in an observant gaze before shifting forward as he again amazed curiously to the liquid before stepping in. They didn't step into this place only to turn back, the lure was strong and Archebold intended to find the source.