Somnus would not know where the volunteers are taking shelter, and so he follows as silently as a golem, a few paces behind the youth. When they reach the cavern, he still says nothing, waiting patiently.
When the boy finishes speaking, his eyes sweep over the crowd, looking for anyone who might appear suspicious. May their good senses see fit to return the missing head to end this farce. ​Unless the one who has taken the Horseman's head has used some sort of silence spell upon it, the missing head should be shrieking in pain from all of the iron trapping them or at the very least sound muffled from the thief's attempts to silence them.
In the meantime, a volunteer healer steps forward, and Somnus allows his shallow injuries to be tended.
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When the boy finishes speaking, his eyes sweep over the crowd, looking for anyone who might appear suspicious. May their good senses see fit to return the missing head to end this farce. ​Unless the one who has taken the Horseman's head has used some sort of silence spell upon it, the missing head should be shrieking in pain from all of the iron trapping them or at the very least sound muffled from the thief's attempts to silence them.
In the meantime, a volunteer healer steps forward, and Somnus allows his shallow injuries to be tended.