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Hushed whispering emenated near The Shadewalker's head. "You think I'm not keeping an eye on them?" Nocturnus asked the voices. *more hushed voices.* "What? How?" When the shadows didn't respond Nocturnus glanced down a darker area, his eyes flickering to slits then back to normal. The eyes of his dragon-like marking glowed purple for that split-second.

Liliaura looked uncomfortable watching her friend talk to darkness and tempt his ancient form. She switched which hand was holding the umbrella of magic and shifted her weight. "Angelus Mortis, quid enim mali est?" (Angel of Death, what is it?)

The Shadewalker responded slowly "Virorum sicariorum." (Assassins.)