"Thank you very much," Lancelot took the amulet, feeling the potent magic energy ready to burst forth, and carefully tucked it into his chest.
"Leave early and return soon," Tijana dropped a line, nodded to the Fallen once more, and then turned and left through the door from which she had appeared.
To Tijana's actions, the Fallen seemed somewhat surprised. She thought for a moment, took out a delicately crafted silk pouch, poured from it another amulet resembling a red jade, and handed it to Lancelot as well.
This amulet still bore the warmth of the Fallen; when Lancelot held it in his hand, the red patterns inside seemed to flow as if they encased a flame. Lancelot cast an inquiring glance at the Fallen and spoke:
"What is this amulet for?"
"When you face an enemy you absolutely cannot defeat, you can use it to summon powerful aid," the Fallen gazed at the amulet with a longing look, "To activate it, hold it and whisper softly to it: 'Time is not your enemy.'
