Death and Whisper headed through the gates of Torkts camp.

 "How will we find him?" Whisper asked her father.

 "We track him down." Said Death. They walked further in, whisper pulled out her staff. There weren't any enemies in sight but Whisper knew better. 

 "Don't let your guard down." War would always tell her. Whisper and Death walked up to a large door that led into the building. Death used his necromancy arms to throw the door open.

 He signaled for her to follow him. They walked in, Whisper rather cautiously, Death looked like he didn't care if he was attacked. surprisingly no enemies popped up from anywhere.

 "Strange..." Death whispered to himself. Whisper stared around the room they were in. It was an empty wrecked building, nothing special. 

 "We should keep searching for Torkt." Whisper called to her father. He nodded, distracted, and turned to follow his daughter. She led them down a small hallway. Only a few doors were there. 

 "We'll split. I'll go into the rooms on the left, you on the right." Death told Whisper. She nodded and entered a room through one of the doors. What she saw on the other side surprised her and slightly annoyed her.