[Valan Quinn]

He hummed with reluctant compliance at the warrior's remark and sheathed his sword. Looking up at Brendan, Valan reached up to receive one of the torches that were produced. A suddened heat touched his face as each one was ignited. They were now prepared to enter the building. He felt the weight of Kevin's blow on his shoulder and looked over at him. The young man smiled a half-smile. These men were more than comfortable with danger, they craved it. Such was the mindset of battle hardened mercenaries. Valan was used to putting himself in harm's way; it was part of being a swordsman. But he definetly wasn't used to this.

The torch's light was a stark contrast to the frail and grimy black interior. Piles of soot and rubble littered the area. The air itself was stale, devoid of any kind of life. It was barely breathable. Valan lightly and slowly followed the smeared blood trail further into the structure and noticed that it parted ways. One end continued on through to the end of the building, deeper into the forbidding darkness. The other veered off up a flight of stairs. He rubbed his chin in contemplation for a moment before looking at his companions and saying "I think it's best we head to the back. I wanna clear this building out one level at a time." he said sternly, with confidence. "I'd rather fight these things head on then have 'em sneak up on me."