Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-4211788-20150205084503

The hawk merely stands next to the door, readying his two daggers. He takes cover at the right side of the door.

Low mumbling can be heard from inside, it was hard to make out. The hawk gestures to open the door with a sway of his right dagger.

"I can't hear them.. This helmet is unbearable." says the hawk. "Open it slowly, I want to hear some of the secrets that may be in this forbidden land. I must know what our enemies are plotting."