It was a five minute walk down the long down-winding corridor that presented itself as the major avenue for the Hollow. Vitruvion eventually let his hand fall from Avis' shoulder, preferring instead to let her walk of her own accord beside her. It was a little service, however, as Raevin appeared from seemingly nowhere to stride in pace at Avis' heels, a long polished blade worn at his belt. With him strode the giant, as tall as he could get with his stature over seven foot, his massive club switched for a mace. Avis kept her eyes glancing over at Vitruvion, watching him, curious as to why he was so determined for her to keep quiet, but she said nothing, owing to her promise. Whatever his reasoning, she knew that forsaking his wrath had dire consequences that night, and besides, she had seemed to lighten his mood from its previous perverse dark fury.

The corridor eventually opened into a vaster area, blossoming out into a chamber that fitted better with the idea of it once have being ancient catacombs. A slightly domed ceiling, grey stone walls and vestibules big enough for stacked coffins made up the place. Opposite the entrance the corridor continued, curving downwards and away. The entire place was lit by a myriad of candles, tucked into the places where the coffins had been - long thin shelves in the walls. It uplit the scene in an spectacular glistening fashion, shimmering as the many lights danced their white and golden glow.

As Vitruvion entered, he stretched out a hand and calmly but surely took Avis' upper arm. She gasped, very lightly, as he pulled her closer to him, so their hips butted and his long coat could be felt against the edge of her leg.

"Vitruvion!"

A voice full of glee and uneasy brightness.

Looking up, Avis saw they were not alone in the room. Edging his way up from the opposite corridor was a short but handsome man, his body rippling with muscles. Wearing only a pair of loose trousers and a short jacket, the man raised one hand in greeting as he strode fast towards their group. His other hand was tightly clasped around that of a surprisingly young female human - Avis could have sworn she seemed just fourteen at most, an age she understood was under majority for humans - who stumbled with him, the majority of her body draped in imitate raunchy chainmail.

Vitruvion's mouth quirked up in a disgusted but smirking smile, "Frendir," he said in a low voice, his eyes spinning with broiling darkness. "How lovely to see you."

Frendir waved his free hand, coming to stand a few feet away from Vitruvion. His eyes briefly glanced at Avis, sweeping in her form with his eyes, then he turned back to the half-celestial. Behind him, half-jogging, two men of similar short stature came, both carrying short halberds.

"And lovely to see you," the man Frendir said.

It did not take long for Avis to figure out he was another brother - or, as Vitruvion called them, a 'host'. Frendir pulled his young female companion suddenly closer, with a jerk of his arm, causing the mail to chink. Aside from that the girl had no bonds and no cover. And she looked entirely down-hearted, not even bothering to raise her eyes to meet Avis' gaze.

"I see you still have Silence," Vitruvion spoke with obvious dislike for the man in his voice.

The other man seemed to not notice. He merely beamed and nodded, raising his spare hand to grab one of the girl's - apparently Silence's - breasts. The girl hardly reacted, only taking in a small breath and emptily continuing to watch the ground. Avis get confused. After all, Blaze had warned her above all not to lose her fight, for she had said that was what disappointed the brothers of the Hollow the most. But it seemed this girl had given up so long ago, yet still was in the hold of this man Frendir.

"Yes, I do," Frendir grinned. "And you have ... A new one?"

Avis felt the short man's eyes suddenly upon hers. She met them back with an intense burning fire, a heat and a power. She told him, in her glare, what she could not say - that she was a kenku, that she hated this place, and him, and she would make all attempts to escape when the opportunity arose.

Frendir's smile wavered, and fell somewhat.