@truelesson
Evening was falling slowly. The sky overhead (or what little of it could be seen among the dense canopy of the Woodlands) only just beginning to turn to a more golden hue. However, if the group keeps a steady pace, H’aanit assured them that they will reach Victors Hollow before night sets in properly.
Victors Hollow... Olberic’s next destination. Where he will find the black knight - Gustav - who may know of Erhardt’s whereabouts.
The thought is something he tries not to dwell on.
And yet, as if Olberic needed something else to plague his wandering thoughts and unconscious mind instead, he finds himself still troubled by the sight, the feeling, left lingering in the Quarrycrest sewers where they had travelled from. It clung to him, much like the stench of blood did. (Both still feel like they cling to him, even). And it had illustrated to Olberic all too clearly that Cyrus may be in something well over his head. Something dangerous and occult... Though maybe he should have put that together sooner, considering the title of the book Cyrus seeks bears a title like ‘From the Far Reaches of Hell’.
Not only that, but Olberic could swear he has noticed a change in Cyrus. A strange distance in his eyes. One he could swear is familiar. He has tried many times to bring it up, and every time the words die on his tongue. Quietly, Olberic curses his inability to act accordingly over something so simple as asking a question, but the last thing he wants to do is pry.
Olberic slows his walk. He often ends up taking the lead, or even walking ahead at times, given his habit of walking at a marching pace. He slows right down until Cyrus gets closer, and he then continues at the scholar’s pace. Taking a breath, Olberic does not look at Cyrus as he quietly addresses him.
“ It--... ah... We are almost to Victors Hollow, 'twould seem. It... will be nice to sleep in a proper bed again, don’t you think? ”
Olberic curses himself again, completely internally this time.
