"They got Malik!" cried Rickart. His hood was tucked out while fluttering in the midst of the raiding monster beasts. The twenty-year-old Rouge went persistent under the shadows of the trees. He was determined to get away from beasts. "Sidric!"
Sidric was with Darwyn beside the riverbed checking for unseen herbs. Keesha, Erin, and Ned tagged together harvesting the Olive Zest Herb.
Ned held Boom hearing Rickart's shout, perhaps a cry for help, and recalled the mechanical bow he had in his pocket dimension.
Ned stood at the edge of the grassy swamp, it was difficult for Erin ( standing far his right) to notice that Ned called out his wrist bow. Keesha on the other hand moved forward, between Erin and Ned, as if she was shielding the two companions, or maybe protecting the loot.
They stood in the hollow of a forest, surrounded by trees and grasses, above a muddy ground. Green moss crawled out in every tree Ned could see.
