Dayel 29 03 06

Dayel continued through the darkness, weary from his recent battles yet grinning at his narrow escapes. He rounded a corner of the tunnel to see the passage open up into a vast cavern. He realised that his torch was not the only source of light, and as he looked up, a small circle of sunlight could be seen at the top of the domed ceiling. As his eyes adjusted to the gloomy radiance, he looked down to see a woman sitting in a circle of light in the centre of the room. in the circle grew flowers, and she sat upon them, talking to a shadowy figure. She had a look of happiness on her face, but Dayel felt a sense of unease at the scene. The flowers grew only in the watery light, and something about the shadowy figure made him feel ill, even at this distance.

"No shit sherlock. She is under a spell" came the voice of the Vorpal Blade. He started, but was becoming used to it's interjections. "What is the language she is speaking?" he thought to the sword. "She is a Canuck, so that is why you can't understand it." came the reply. "And that bloke she is besotted with is a magic-user, who has her in his spell."

"I must rescue her" he thought, but the blade replied "no, you must leave her to it, he might be a very nice magic-user, and just for now, I would rather you didn't get yourself killed..."