The peaceful tranquillity of the colossal tree harbouring an archer and a warlock remained unbroken for a while.
This peace was occasionally broken by the resonant twang of a bowstring followed by the whistle of an arrow that died down with time as the projectile was sent forth into the battle that raged on miles away from them.
Darius found himself yawning a bunch of times and mumbling to himself as the bored Warlock that he was.
'What was Arthur thinking? The beasts never come this way.'
For whatever reason, the dark creatures in the winding forest seemed to get less and less the closer they got to this big tree… and it was for this reason that Darius found no reason to pay attention to the battle.
Then again, it was unwise to leave Momo alone without protection. There simply was no way of telling how the creatures of the forest behaved in all situations.
