A gruff cough sounded.
It was so heavy that Moulin thought the man would vomit out his organs. Moulin was currently walking behind two heavily built warriors. He made sure to keep his presence hidden as his eyes wandered around him. He was feeling as though he was walking down the great halls of Thundralln in Meian. He wondered how big and how tall were each floor of the tower and how it was built to completion in just eight years.
"Brother, you sick or something?"
"Am not. Its iust something I ate."
Moulin returned his attention to the two males in front of him. The distance between him and the pair was a few meters. Moulin could hear them clearly. He only hoped Kier and Snow wouldn't catch their attention. There was a strange thrill of eavesdropping, and Moulin was curious of whatever it was they would speak about.
