Roll Dice And Cry

Solomon Steps-In-Silence dances through the halls of Castle Silverhome, blades flashing. It isn't the attack he'd expected--honestly, he had flagged Dauntless Leroux as the one to try something stupid--but still, he feels a bit of vindication in calling the fact that something was going to set this party awry. Now, he gets to do what he did best.A pack of these strange, tar-filled crabs scrabble at the door to a broom closet; Solomon hears scared whimpering within. With a smirk and a whistle, he beckons the beasts toward him, juggling a pair of long, wicked knives to get their attention. One of them leaps at him, and a flick of the wrist pins it to the wall; the rest converge on the spot he was seconds ago to find it empty, and Solomon perched on a nearby table, whistling. The remaining monsters charge, smashing the table to splinters as Solomon effortlessly tumbles through the air above them. He feels good, in his element. Perhaps that is why he doesn't notice the bifurcated husk scattered on the ground righ