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Ser Ethan Urbain Rose | Chevalier | Elvish Ruins
Not bothering to chime in any of the conversations, they moved onto the old Ruins before splitting up into groups. Ethan was stuck with the moody mage, a Tevinter--a beautiful one at that, the Witch, and Varsus. The old man who lived out in the woods and who seemed eager to find a moment to try and swing his axe at Ethan. He would be cautious around this one. He was an unpredictable brute from the Kocari Wilds, and Ethan would rather trust a Politician before trusting Varsus.
The group split and Ethan with Varsus were the vanguard of the small little party that explored deeper down a straight hallway. Cobwebs began to crop up the deeper they went in. Stronger and bigger cobwebs followed suit, a sign that the den they were entering was indeed inhabited by giant spiders. No fear ran through his veins, only determination and training as Ethan's hand instinctively grabbed the hilt of his sword strapped on his side.
Whispers from the two in the middle of the group emerged and Ethan tried to gather whatever information he could on the two, but they were hushed and secretive about it. Even within the silent echoing halls of the Elven Ruins. Ethan stopped in his tracks as he heard chittering coming from somewhere near them. He held up his hand in a fist, which would order the group to stop but he was around a bunch of untrained 'warriors and mages' in the group that probably were wondering what the hell he was doing. "They are close. Look for any holes in the wall, the ceiling, or floor." The ruins were old and the Spiders could have burrowed into the walls or floor for laying eggs, sleeping, or to hide when preying on their kill.