War of the Lost Kingdom

Yeah, go on Greta. Keep threatening the smallest one here. You and I both know Ian is nothing without you. . I take the opportunity to slip my shackles off again.

Once Finn speaks, Greta hands Doc her torch, and then turns around and smacks Finn across the face with the back of her hand.

Zifu blinked, though her expression remained neutral. "To the courtyard. We can access the Legate's tower from there."

"We go this way" says Greta, taking her torch back from Doc. And she moves off to the right.

Zifu followed, holding her lantern aloft. She tried her best to remember the steps they took for reference, and to stave off the disorientation.

I merely smile a bloody smile at Greta.

"Hello! Blondie!" Ian looks this way and that for the soldier, "Get'the fuck back here! This's no place ta be wanderin' blind!"

Greta stoops down holding her torch aloft looking at the ground for any sign of the jailer’s passage, before sniffing the cool air for any trace indicating where he may have gone.

Zifu looked at the wall and the hallway beyond, trying to reference these vague landmarks in her hazy recollection of the fortress layout.

"I think this way leads to the officers' quarters," said Zifu. She peered down the hallway.

"He went that way" she says pointing to the left with her sword.

Greta looks to Zifu and asks "Do you have some magic, or should I just kick this door down?"

Zifu stopped to look at both Greta and the door. "There may be another black skeleton on the other side. Let us stand clear," she said, moving at least 20 feet away.

She gestured with her hand, her red cord sparkling with gold thread in the lamplight. With a whispered word, a spectral, disembodied hand appeared by the door handle, and made to open the way slowly.