"Glaive! You made it too. Nice to see ya. Um, I don't really have a plan per se. Right now I'm mostly trying to avoid capture and punishment. Sadly the situation we're in is only going to get worse. I can't see a way out of it without having to face dire consequences. I'm facing three choices right now: attack them, apologize to them, or keep running away from them." Ric let out a deep sigh. "I hate all three choices. Things have spiraled out of control so much that I am now in a predicament I don't want to be in. I need a miracle!!!" Just then Ric tripped over something that was jutting out of the ground and landed on his face.<br/>"Ow!" Ric turned his head to see what it was. "Stupid chest! What the heck is something like this doing out here? . . . . . Wait, is this my miracle?"<br/>Ric tried pulling the chest out, but it was too heavy to lift out of the ground. "Glaive, can you give me a hand here?"