"Don't worry, you're safe her." Cyph told Marana. He smiled softly. It was nice and cozy in the tent, he wasn't cold even though he should have been. He just wanted to stay like this forever.
Eventually Cyph let go. He reached to his bag, and pulled out a blanket. "Sorry, I was getting cold." he said, putting the blanket over Marana and himself.
smoke had ran several miles by the time he reached the temple "so this is the ancient fortress of the spirits..." he used his blade like a key to open the doors, closing them behind him causing the large and complex mechanism to relock the doors