Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200415231111

The sights of the constructs. Their weapons. Their seeming vigil. All of it prompts the man into placing a hand on his previously hidden weapon behind the shield previous far from his attention. Only, he stopped, observing their lack of aggressiveness "These entities, they seem to ignore me. Looking for the source of the crash?"

The man, assured that somehow, they were looking to attack anyone on sight, still wouldn't take any chance. He looks to the sides, left and right. His eyes, under the dense helm, lock on the right, spotting a decreased amount of those things. A possible avenue for him to march.

Turning to the whole of the searching party, the man begins to slowly, carefully trace his way around continuing his march in a heightened guard, ready to flinch and put anything down his mace, should it happen.