Ouroboros Spine deity forged architecture

He fell into step behind her and she set off at an even pace. Their path to the borders was not an overly long one by any means, but Echelon did not take her time in getting there. They needed to keep a close watch on those borders for whatever reasons, be it the return of the former keeper and leader, or vagrants looking for easy ways in and out. There was no room for failure and even less for disorganization. She knew Tonravik would see to it to be that way and in the same stroke, she would too. Part of that would be mobilizing the leisure souls that resided there. He had not left them when given the opportunity and so in a way, she presumed that he was committing himself to the cause.

As they approached the borders, Echelon cast a look back to his scarred features once more. "Fan out, mark where the scent grows weak." No room for complaint or waiting, it was here that they would begin. She pressed on away from him then, beginning the tasks that she had set out to do. It would go much quicker and easier with an extra body to add to the job.