The wizards looked at each other. All except the female wizard, Witley, who looked straight forward.<br/><strong>"If you could manage that, it would definitely be nice..."<br/>"And p-p-proper",</strong>Josh managed.<strong>"We-we-we'll strive to do that!"<br/>"...but if you have to choose between killing her and letting her go...don't let her go",</strong>the woman finished, without flinching at being interrupted.<br/><strong>"Count on us",</strong>Paco whispered, grinning.<br/>Swarton's head falls down, and the man looks sad. But his gesture is as much a nod of agreement as of sadness.<br/>It was then that a young woman ran inside.<br/><strong>"Masters! Arbela burst off, riding a horse, and the mercenaries are chasing her. What would you have us do?"<br/>"Lead their friends to join them",</strong>Witley replied.<strong>"And bring them the Boxes 4-WP-352 and 5-SvP-147!"<br/><br/>"Time to go",</strong>Paco resumed. Josh nodded.<br/><strong>"Indeed",</strong>Marc agreed.<strong>"You'll find in the boxes exactly what you have been promised. You'll reach the others soon, I believe...oh, and don't forgot it's your time to jog, now!"</strong><br/>Then he turned to Daria.<br/><strong>"When you reach the rock formation you'd visited today, the stars are starting to show. At the top of the table rock the dark-haired woman is reading from a book, raising her voice to a staccato from time to time, uttering words you don't comprehend, but which make you want to block your ears and see shapes out of the corner of your eyes. The only issue is....there's over two dozen wolves at the foot of the rock, facing you, with apparent bad intentions. What do you do?"</strong>