There was something about this pull that both felt familiar, and was completely alien to Leksander. His head slowly rose, turning to the sound of the melodic whisper, ushering him towards the Whisper Forest. His upper lip curled away from his metal teeth, pulling into both a grin as well as a threatened snarl. And he bristled. Whatever was calling to him, it wasn't his masters. Something else. It could mean harm, it could be an invitation.
Slowly, Leksa rose to his feet, head hanging to the side with eyes unblinking. The head of his spear dragged slightly against the dirt. For a moment, all he did was listen, eyes drifting this way and that as his breathing fell and died away so he could hear better. It certainly was an invitation, but what was its caster's intentions...?
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and he started to make his way towards the misty woods. Only one way to find out.
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Leksander came up to the borders of the Whisper Forest, spear butt still trailing down against the ground behind him. In the back of his mind, he could hear his masters demanding that he turn back and not indulge whatever creature awaited, but for once? He didn't quite feel like following orders.