With both Malkai and Falchion they finished eating their soup. He cleaned his bowl and put it into his pack before lifting Falchion in his hand. [color=00a651]"Back to work, my friend."[/color] The half-orc removed his mask and gave his pet a peck on the head. One of the few times Malkai would show affection, and only when he's alone like he is right now. Falchion screeched and flew back to his post while Malkai donned his mask and stood up. it was dark now, and he wanted to get into the temple during the day. This way there may be at least some chance for illumination, if any natural rays could get into the deserted ruins.

Ensuring that no one was around, Malkai used his wild shape. Like the rest of his magic, there was no flashy lights or loud noises. His body simply began to glow with a faint light as his possessions melded into body and he turned into a desert fox. However his mask was a constant feature; though it shrank and changed it's shape to suit the face of a fox, it was still unmistakably his. Shaking the sand off his fur, Malkai proceeded to dig a fox hole. While most desert foxes weren't known to make burrows, that didn't mean they lacked the ability to. In about ten minutes Malkai made himself a decent fox-sized hole to sleep in, two feet beneath the surface and away from the harsh elements.