[They move on that way for a time, the mage finding his footing carefully and Bennet pressing on ahead, swift and sure-footed as a mountain goat. The ground is steep and uncertain, 'tis true, but no more so than the Alps he spent much of his youth cutting his feet upon. They go forth in silence, Bennet clearly being of the sort of temperament that does not require constant conversation, until--]
Wait.
[The command comes softly, but he throws out his hand to prevent Stratos from going further, not looking over at him. His eyes are focused ahead, to seemingly nothing but more of the same: rocks, ridges, and barren ground. There are no unusual sounds, no sign that anything at all is amiss, but every nerve in his body has begun tingling on high alert. This is not the first time in his life he has felt this.]
[Should Stratos try to speak, he'll be met only with a palm clapped quickly over his mouth.]
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Wait.
[The command comes softly, but he throws out his hand to prevent Stratos from going further, not looking over at him. His eyes are focused ahead, to seemingly nothing but more of the same: rocks, ridges, and barren ground. There are no unusual sounds, no sign that anything at all is amiss, but every nerve in his body has begun tingling on high alert. This is not the first time in his life he has felt this.]
[Should Stratos try to speak, he'll be met only with a palm clapped quickly over his mouth.]