“A’roit.” Rory didn’t bother approaching the magical swords.
Elizabeth noticed Elyssia drop her flashlight. Elizabeth's shoulders rose, expecting something bad to happen. Thus far, nothing did.
Harry put a hand on Annie’s shoulder to get her attention, and then spoke to the thirteen-year-old.
“Ey, Annie, oi t’ink ya should get me a glass o water n’ a chicken leg pretty quick. An’ while yer at it, fetch me a smoke, too,” Rory said softly and gently, as if talking to a small dog.
“Okay, stay back...I can do that,” Elizabeth whispered to herself, then leaned against the wall next to the entrance and crossed her arms. She wanted to stay as far as possible from those blades and bodies. Hopefully, she didn’t accidentally trigger some sort of ancient trap or something.
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