Slowly materializing within the large room, Throm sighed in the form of a well released exhale. As if sensing his presence, a large fireplace on the far end of the chamber burst to life. Illuminating the large table amid room, it cast the table's strange shadows to all corners of the room, emulating the visage of dancing wraiths upon the walls.
He had in fact, gained little from his 'discussion' with Grobnak. Throm's own frustrations gave way to the strange feeling he had gotten that the Rok demon actually cared for the wellbeing of Emalia. Grobnak's actions and apparent defensiveness on the issue had summoned suspicions which Throm could not ignore however. Sighing wearily once again, Throm slowly paced to a large empty arch at the head of the room. There were too many odd events as of late to be mere chance. Such events were becoming stacked as chips within Casino Nights.
The stolen Jenova Cells... The appearance of the Old Foe... The dream... Finding Black Makou within Jihad hands... Emalia sick and then disappearing along with the Black Makou... Colin's odd behavior...
Standing before the arch, Throm closed his eyes, willing the Planet's doorway open. After a moment the darkened archway burst into life, lit by an energy of bright green. Standing before the gate he cast a glance back to the room which offered safety and simplicity. Were one standing near him, they would have heard the whispered words which left his mouth before he plunged himself into the green lit gateway. His words however, fell upon no ears.
"I must give in to intuition once more if I am to set events right. I don't know how this will end...only the direction in which to tread. I know I gave my word, Sanria...and I'm sorry."
