Sena's Choice
"Rory!" A woman's voice echoed in all corners of the cave, stopping the hunched back whose name was Rory.
Craning his neck as much as he could toward the direction where the source of the voice was coming from. "Coming, Mistress!"
Before Rory turned around and raced to the side of his mistress, he turned once again. Eyes fixated on the two apprentices, he warned them. "If you two don't want to die before him, stop whatever you are planning to do."
Sena watched the retreating back of Rory before the latter's silhouette was completely devoured by darkness.
"You heard him. Don't think of anything, especially something out of your reach," murmured Sigfrid Lean Merlin.
He remained unmoving, but Sena could tell that his breathing had become labored compared to the time when Rory was yet to visit them.