In the dimly lit and eerily silent room, a palpable tension hung heavy in the air. Faye, her resolve etched upon her face, shattered the silence with a declaration that echoed through the shadows.
"I need you to pick up one of the hero's weapons and help me with something," her voice, while soft, carried a commanding authority that demanded attention.
Rizki, grinning devilishly, replied, "I will chop Liora's head and then take her bow away. Easy." He turned dramatically to leave, but Faye's grip on his arm tightened like a vise, her piercing gaze issuing a stern warning, "I dare you to try!"
