The Heartwood I'm a cold soul, I roll solo

The creature in the dark was still unrevealed to him in form, though the man spoke back in response. Athan chuckled at his response, suddenly realizing the situation they were currently in. A venerable game of Marco Polo it was. I don't even know where you are, he admitted. The environment was against both of them, it seemed. Tell you what. You keep talking and I'll walk towards your voice. I'll do the same. He lifted his foot uncertainly, unsure of what direction he should go towards first. I don't think we need to be hostile towards one another, Right now, he thought.