Hues of crimson billowed out into the crystal clear water. Eventually the tendrils dispersed to form a rosy pink solution within the basin. It was from this basin that Throm reached down hand cupped, and splashed his face with the cool liquid upon his face. Drying his face on his cloak, he once again returned to the task of washing the blood from his sword. Casting a glance back at the crumpled figure clad in a black cloak, he noted that this battle was far easier than the last he had experienced with the Old Foe. This one was far weaker...curious he would be left to stand guard on the cells taken from uth Bannon Manor. Finishing his task, he shook the water from his blade, replacing it within it's holster. Throm had made a myriad of mental notes about the lab in which he now stood, though most of what he saw he wouldn't have felt sorry to have stricken from his memory completely. The refined Lifestream of black nature had indeed raised his curiosity, though he was not here to study the Old Foe's experiments.
Walking slowly to the long table sitting central of the room, he snatched a large canister filled with a strange liquid from it's top. Concealing the canister within his cloak Throm extended his arm, palm up. Muttering a series of incantations, bright flames burst from his palms, enveloping the table in a raging inferno. Turning, he walked from the lab musing on while it had not been easy to retrieve the cells, it had been far easier than he had anticipated. Now...he had only to find the rest of them. Throm could still smell the burning of the lab stinging his nostrils when the voices began to ring through his head.
