"Three…"
Shadowfall_Four hadn't given up. He kept his eyes fixed on the teleportation point. The Sorcerer, Shadowfall_Three, was his last, desperate hope; the only one who might get his prized Golden weapon, the Skeleton Bow, back.
He'd given up on the fantasy that Shadowfall_Three had killed that damn Knight. He just wanted the bow.
"Three, did you…"
Shadowfall_Three's hands were empty. Where was his own Golden weapon, the Stormstrike Staff?
"The guy was like a blur. He dropped me before I could blink. Lost my staff. Four… I'm sorry, man. I didn't even get a chance to grab your bow."
"Three…"
Shadowfall_Four just went numb. The whole disaster had hollowed him out. That final, fragile hope was gone, but he didn't scream or lose it. He just absorbed the hit.
About time he learned to keep it together.
"So what now, Three? We put a bounty on him? Gather a crew?"
"And then what? You really think that would work? Drop it. I've got information. We need to see the Boss. Now."
