It's a shame that the Wizard arrives when she does, just in time to interrupt the four knights' conversation about what they'd experienced.
She arrives in the darkness, easily a good fifty feet out, lit only by a single-candle lantern. She's actually holding it, dangling up near her head. The light illuminates her face, the underside of her hat, and her shoulders. She's very clearly smirking as she approaches, though, apparently just her usual self.
But for those who are observant, there's the sounds of two sets of footprints approaching.
"Hello, knights." She finally says, coming to a stop a handful of feet away from everyone.
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She arrives in the darkness, easily a good fifty feet out, lit only by a single-candle lantern. She's actually holding it, dangling up near her head. The light illuminates her face, the underside of her hat, and her shoulders. She's very clearly smirking as she approaches, though, apparently just her usual self.
But for those who are observant, there's the sounds of two sets of footprints approaching.
"Hello, knights." She finally says, coming to a stop a handful of feet away from everyone.