Veloran scowled as he sniffed the air. Something had changed. The calm that had engulfed this little village from the moment they entered had been disturbed. Something, or some ONE, had entered the playing field, and whatever was in store could only spell one of two things: trouble, or glorious, hilarious battle.
And he desperately was aching for the latter.
"Tha air smells foul Virik....ya better be ready..." He thought to himself, but he knew there would be little point. Virik was always the one prepared for anything, the one with contingencies so far in advance even he couldn't predict them sometimes.
He shook his head clear, a smirk working its way back on his face. Whatever was coming for them, he wanted to be ready for some fun when it arrived. And for that, he was going to need a drink.