[ Belial's smile grows tight, growing slightly more agitated as the voice sounds again. His mortal senses are so dull he wonders what the point of them is at all, unable to pinpoint where it's coming from or to sense what awaits them downstairs.
Throwing up his hands, he shrugs as they start to trudge down the hall and the stairs. Nothing that he sees there causes him to relax any, wandering over to one of the windows to tap it helplessly. ]
I wonder if these will cave under a little show of strength as easily as the ice upstairs?
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Throwing up his hands, he shrugs as they start to trudge down the hall and the stairs. Nothing that he sees there causes him to relax any, wandering over to one of the windows to tap it helplessly. ]
I wonder if these will cave under a little show of strength as easily as the ice upstairs?