Silvermoon opened her eyes at the door opened, and saw a tall figure, with brown hair. Her eyes widened, and she blinked. "D-drake..?!" she whispered.
Drake walked to the other side of the room, limping, and grabbed the knife, examining it for a second, touching the tip of it, before he glanced over at Silvermoon for a split second, and opening the door that led to the hallway, leaving it open behind him. He was looking for Lewis, the knife in his hand.





