The day was slowly coming to an end and Festus had not yet figured out what to do about what the king told him.
He just sat there like he always did trying to figure out what was actually going on and why someone would suddenly be after his staff.
"Do you have any idea of who this person is or why he may be after your staff?" Carl asked.
"I wish I did," Festus said. "Then I would have known what I was dealing with."
Carl stared at him for a while before deciding to ask him a question he had in mind for quite a while now.
"These spirits that are trapped in your staff, what are they like?" Carl asked.
Festus didn't reply immediately as he held his staff rectangularly with both hands and turned his gaze to it.
"These spirits are creatures you wouldn't want to see, they took pleasure in bringing chaos to kingdoms, watching children cry, men struggling for their lives, and the whole kingdom getting ravaged by infectious diseases.
