"Who?!" the barbarian bellowed, his voice echoing through the dripping cavern as he watched the dagger fall.
"It must be that green mage!" shouted the other.
"Matthew! We know it's you! Come out of the light!" the first roared, his words echoing in the dark cave.
The two barbarians froze, listening. From somewhere in the dark, a faint glow flickered, like the breath of a dying torch, hidden behind a jagged wall of stone.
"He's hiding behind that stalactite," one muttered, tightening his grip on his axe.
"Move closer. But careful. That green mage is a tricky bastard, I heard."
They fitted their torches to hooks near the axe handles, light quivering against the cave's slick surfaces. With the orange glare wavering across their faces, they advanced slowly and deliberately, blades raised.
The light moved.
A small glimmer darted behind another stone. Then came a sound, tap, tap, tap. Small pebbles clattered down from the ceiling.
