Tempest was patrolling alone in the quiet streets. His gaze kept drifting to the moon, which was the only source of darkness in this part of the divine tower. However, his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere when he heard a noise. Slowly Tempest began to approach where the noise came from; gripping his hefty sword tighter. His voice was a quiet rumble rumble he spoke. "Is someone th're? Cometh out and I wonneth't has't to maketh a scene..."