weary of the sound of screams

random event The screams grow more intense as the march drums on. And in the end, there's so many garbled pleas, so many attempts to open the door that go unanswered. She tries and tries to get the door to open, and then when the marching drums of the rocks hitting the windows stops — Only then is there too long heartbeats of thundering silence. And then a cackling that is not Amalia, from the other side of the door. ”Ah, you win this one but for how long?” The voice croons from the other side, wicked and sharp and amused. ”Your precious Shield is outside…. and safe… until we get to her.” A snickering sound until there’s only silence and soft whines from the outdoors.