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Before the guard could land what he intended as his final blow, Talon, with deadly, silent swiftness lashed his sword at the man's neck. There wasn't a sound, besides the sudden eruption of blood spattering into the air, followed by the dull thunk of the guard's head landing on the cobblestone floor.
Talon's face was red with rage, the fact that he had killed someone in such a gruesome fashion without hesitation gave him pause. The voice was gone, and how hard he tried did not seem to call it back. Despite being around people, and when he woke up in this damnable place, Talon felt truly alone for the first time. As if this action silenced the voice inside his head forever. He felt like he had... evolved, somehow.
Immediately after the guard fell, bleeding on to the floor, Talon reached over and steadied Alaric.
"Keep pressure on it." He instructed, moving one of Alaric's hands over the wound.
Now, more than ever, he prayed for there to be something useful beyond that door. If there was just more labyrinth beyond it... they were doomed.
They were already doomed.

Keeping an arm around Alaric, Talon did the most obvious option available: tried the door handle. He wanted to make sure that the door would open and no one was inside before letting the others come out of the safety of the shadows. To his amazement- and immediate distrust- the door handle opened with hardly a click and swung loosely open.
He held his breath.
In the center of the room- or maybe it just seemed to be in the center because of how fast it drew his attention- was a set of armor so blackened, it seemed to suck all of the light right out of the room. It was not shiny, but dull and smoothly engraved to prevent reflection. Around the joints, there was leather- also black- to silence whatever grating of metal might occur. Behind it, clasped around the torso piece, was a heavy solid black cloak.
It could have been because of the size, but he didn't think so. Of all the people he had found, Talon was the largest and simply, there was no way it could have belonged to any one else. Still, there was something else that told him it was his. Something internal and less deniable.

He tore his eyes away from the armor and returned to get the others. He thought about yelling, but if there were more guards around, that wouldn't help. He also noticed the more recent fellow they had picked up did not like noise. Still balancing Alaric, Talon poked his head around the corner.
"Come on... I think we found something. Maybe some bandages and water, too. I'm not good with finding that sort of stuff."