Master sends me ahead to see what else these halls hold for us, though it seems I have gotten myself lost.
Screams vibrate the air, but also some other commotion from behind, likely Master, though it does not smell like he is bleeding.
My claws are wet with some warm bloods innards, this one was skull crushed, maybe by a large animal. The Wandering One's bird is not calm, a good beacon in this maze.
Ahead lies those I left behind, but there is a turn down ward, which smells like a storm... curious.
Metal scraping is between my position and Master, seems things have become testy.
I focus my mind (-1ki) to chase down this attacker, it has flesh of thorns, no wonder it wears no shirt.
Time to take this fool down