Haunted Wood Falling Too Fast to Prepare for This

As if the source of his concerns manifested, an all too familiar voice called from behind him drawing his steps to a halt. Cenric... He wasn't about to bite at his words, the hunter knew he was right, so instead he turned to see what he wanted. Why else make his presence known? Have you come to lecture me? Despite Célnes' word, Calhoun had done little to hide his distaste or scorn towards their newest...pledges. It was really only a matter of time until someone addressed him through action.