PoB stops and rests and senses the once presence of poeple. "This must be the place." he says sitting down and beginning to think. "This should be it." rising while saying this. PoB moves his hand in a circular motion, and in a gust of wind, disappears reappearing next to black, and face plants the earth.
Hears the sound of foot steps vibrating through the ground. He rolls back into a defensive postion sword still in the sheath, out in front. Concentrating on his hearing he finds the pulse of the unknown person. He mutters to himself, "1, 2...1, 2...1...". He sighs and says, "It's only Black." and puts the sword away.