Scar slowed to a stop, the tension in his body easing as he waited for Frank. His impulsive and rushed attitude would not work well with the other man. Even he could notice that. Scar took a deep breath, calming himself down. They would only run into disaster if he couldn't keep his head.

He approached Frank with curiosity and concern when he called out, frowning as he produced a knife and a ring of some sort.

"What is it?" Scar looked from Frank to the ring and back. His friend's face was flushed and sweaty- he looked as if he could fall over any moment. The Ishbalan would have to watch him closely.

What was it about this place that simply weakened all who walked in its halls?