Scott grips the torch in one hand as he walks down the pathway to the Heron's guild. His other hand rests on his rapier, ready to fight any mobs that might approach in the dark of the night. He hears a crack of a twig behind him and spins around.

"Who's there?" Scott says as he scans the darkness intently. He doesn't sound afraid.

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