[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     endured the strange, if brief, sensation of falling nearly into unconsciousness before rising once more. He took a single step forward, away from the lantern, looking mildly disoriented for a moment before his eyes focused. He scanned the room, noting the clean up job that Victor had done in their absence. Perhaps he’d simply grown bored. Perhaps it was functional for if they were able to escort a group back to take care of the patients in the other chamber. Once he’d taken things in, Farren stretched briefly, flexing his fingers and rolling his neck before he walked towards Victor and the exit. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Ophelia. She’ll join us later, said she had…[i]other[/i] business,”[/b][/color] Farren replied, his tone gruff, expression a bit dark, not unreadable but more like he didn’t want to discuss the matter further.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Kept you waiting…your ally waiting longer. Lead the way?”[/b][/color] While it was technically question–posed as Farren glanced at Victor and stopped a few feet ahead of him, thus further away from the door than Victor was–Farren’s inflection made it sound more like a statement–his mild irritation almost making it an order. Almost.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Or is there something else we should do here…”[/b][/color] he added, trailing off, clearly suggesting that there wasn’t jack shit else by the near deadpan on his face and the raspy sarcasm in his tone.