The torches burnt out one by one. Only the few at the very few extinguished however, and the remaining were still burning as though nothing had happened to them.
"How long have I been buried here?" The spirit asked, its voice laced with a subtle hint of worry. That was understandable - the spirit had a rather warped perception of time and hadn't been able to grasp that it had been much, much longer than it thought it had been.
"I'm afraid I don't know." Lua replied, trying not to seem offensive. He noticed that when the mood of the spirit shifted, so did the torches around the room. He figured that his best bet at survival would be to keep as many torches as possible lit. Would the spirit lose control if the amount of torches hit zero? He didn't know, but he didn't want to find out.
"Ever heard of Archibald, the Knight King?" The spirit asked, and obviously, Lua shook his head to say 'no'.
