Charon turned, his eyes widening as he saw a familiar swordsman, his hood pulled back to reveal long blonde hair.
"Emerius?"
With more energy than he expected, his friend ran up to him and pulled him into a one-handed hug, quickly pushing him back to study his features.
"I can not believe you are alive! You had told us fifteen minutes, yet Red told us to wait longer. I was beginning to fear the worst when she informed us of your return."
Right on schedule, the others rounded the corner, their forms coming into view. At their head was Darius, his gaze scanning every corner for a sign of trouble.
Emerius didn't turn to look at them, his hand remaining on Charon's shoulder.
"What happened out there? When you left with the misty figure, the others stayed back and watched us. We were planning how to escape when they vanished. Did you slay the beast?"
He shook his head and frowned. He glanced from his friend to Achlys, the former seemingly unable to notice her presense.
