Jared shook the match out. He was taking comfort in the soft glow of his lantern. It warded off the light slightly. A hand reached out towards him. He jumped and wielded his bade. That was odd. It was gone now. A soft titter of malicious laughter filled his ears. It was like it should have been from someone sitting next to him on the seat, but there was no one. He jumped at the sound of Lidia's voice.<br/><br/>"uh...uh..no...there's nothing." He lied.<br/><br/>He straightened up. He was a warrior. This magic nonsense had to be his imagination.