Telamon

A heavy silence fills the room. Dust motes dance in the faint, eerie candlelight.you walk slowly down the corridor. your boots click against the cold stone floor. you glance around nervously, looking completely out of place, acting entirely different from a typical confident traveler.They stop as a tall, imposing silhouette steps out of the shadows ahead. It is telamon... they watch you with an unblinking, chillingly calm gaze.