The light in the dark hall flickered and grew dim as one of the remaining two torches on the wall extinguished.
Brianna stood there with a grim and worried expression as she spoke out," I'd always thought these stragglers were no different from bandits or mercenaries trying to get rich. But something here doesn't seem right. I hope it's just me over-thinking things."
Aiden remained silent and then after a pause with a thoughtful expression he replied, "No, you're right. It's a pity we don't have a spirit witch around or we could have made these two spill out whatever they're hiding. Something tells me that there's more to this mark than what meets the eye."
'Isn't that right, Thorny?" said Aiden as he looked at the man in his left grip who had his hand look like a branch wrapped in thorns.
The wheatish skinned man in torn tunic robes hatefully glared out and sneered, saying nothing.
