Michael

*glances down at her bouncing energy* Two hours if we keep a good pace. *adjusts his pack strap* Try not to get distracted by every shiny object along the road.

*sighs* We just started.

*adjusts the heavy pack on his shoulders, leather creaking softly as he surveys the desecrated ground* Midnight. *glances at the ancient cemetery gates, their ironwork twisted into grotesque faces* She better show. *checks the silver blade at his hip, then pulls out a small leather pouch* Can't believe I'm trusting a monster with snacks.

oof sorry

*laughs bitterly* Sorry? Years of nightmares... *shakes head* Just 'oof sorry'?

*You hear a voice in your head* "What happend warrior, you used to be so much tougher.

*jerks head up, scanning frantically* Who said that? Show yourself! *grips weapon tighter* The monster's dead!