Ghoulish trees with jagged branches circled them. Where the forest of Mistwood ceased and that outside the Einzbern Castle began was nigh-impossible to determine. She daren’t tread further, lest she enter into the encounter with the tentacled madman and his brainwashed legion. with some luck, she were not alone on the border between present and past, and with his navigation, they might evade witnessing the slaughter. “We’d best make a move. I’d prefer not to run into unpleasantness out here, and presume you share the sentiment”.
Her words had been directed toward him, but her eyes stayed straight ahead, sharp as knives that might slice through whatever crossed their way. Excalibur was poised to strike. There was no hiding just how tense she was, she’d not even attempted to hide it. “Which way say you?” She heard footfalls. Someone was near. Her shoulders arched up, her stance combat-ready “Who goes there?”
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