Owen looked around the maze, sighing. He stretched, as he walked. Stopping in his tracks upon hearing a sound, the maze typically wouldn't make. He glanced up, reaching for his javelin, as he carefully examined the area.

Owen carefully, yet steadily walked towards where he heard the noise. Relived to see, it hadn't been a griever, he sighed a breath of relief. Yet, he had a feeling someone was there.

"Why are you in the maze." He asked, trying not to sound cold.