A shadowy figure stepped out from the darkness.
"Ready Ithryl?" The figure said.
"Ready," Ithryl replied with certainty.
Let's pray we don't have to go back into this spooky forest anytime soon, He thought to himself, as he looked around at the lonely forest, standing nervously, trying to hide its secrets. Ithryl and the figure made eye contact, in doing so they both thrusted the rusty swords into their respective pedestals where a beam of light was shining from each. Then the light was no more. "It is done," the figure said.
"Hopefully it is not needed to be done again. I thank you again, Ith."
"It's nothing," Nothing short of a pain in the rear. Ithryl said with a smile, as he patted the figure on the back.
