"Do you feel something?" Bruto anxiously asked Lancelot.
"Nothing specific, but something is definitely off." Lancelot closed his eyes and then opened them quickly, scanning the surroundings, "Some presence has noticed us…"
"Tulaglas? Should we not have mentioned that name?" the Dwarf speculated nervously, "I don't see anything strange around… some kind of invisible magic? Kalalin, can you detect it?"
"I'm afraid it's not magical." Lancelot shook his head slightly, "I said noticed, not watched. Anyway, it's nothing good; we better leave this bizarre plane as soon as possible..."
The group started moving again, this time with weapons and shields in hand, clearly more tense than before. After walking a bit more, Lancelot suddenly stopped again, causing Kalalin behind him to almost bump into him.
"What is it now?" Bruto instinctively lowered his voice, "Any new discoveries?"
