His eyes continued to peer left to right, one hand feeling about a wall, the other still griping his sword as he made his way through the catacombs. Finally, there was literally a light at the end of the tunnel, and he could make out two figures.
"Looters in a place like this..." He muttered under his breath. Dolemeck shadowed ported from where he was standing to right at under the looters, not having surfaced yet as he wished to hear what was going on. He was not going to go into battle like some mindless goon. No, Dolemeck was going to learn as much as he could before striking.
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