The halls were laden by the burden of silence and filled with a deep darkness broken only by starlight. It was among the starlight that Altair moved, and his hair shimmered like it was made of that same light. When he wished, his steps made no more noise than a tuneless whisper. He was most at home in this odd twilight and he walked without aim, mind empty and calm. Smiling, he snapped and an orb of light glowed to life in his hands. Tucking his staff in the crook of his elbow, he tossed the light from hand to hand as he wandered, feet bare against the cool stone.
Altair stopped, an odd half-frown passing over his face. There was a sound out of place in the quiet shadows and quieter starlight. A scritching, a scratching, the sound of someone doing something they ought not to. Holding the orb of light in one hand, he placed the other on top and pressed them together until the light shattered briefly and disappeared. Altair moved swiftly and silently towards the noise. Was someone trying to sneak out?
"Who's there?" Suspicion laced his voice.
