I didn't know why I felt compelled to follow them, but I did. I dialed up my stealth setting to the max and shadowed them as the older-looking elf led Liara into a darker part of the camp, one far from the light and mirth of the ongoing revelries.
No, I wasn't jealous or anything silly like that. There was just something about her bright elf companion that didn't sit well with me. My brief glimpse of his face was enough to cause my danger sense to tingle. Although I wasn't sure why yet.
I followed them to the back of a large tent that had been adorned with the red banners and trappings of the Golden Bow, which I knew from chatting up Lieutenant Doyle earlier was the name of the guild leading the raid group responsible for clearing Lugh's Lament's lower floors of monsters.
