“I’m not in the mood for this,” Taylor mumbled, being silent up until now. He had been behind the others at about 10 feet, without them realizing he was there. He was antisocial for sure. “Twin Solar Sabres!” He announced as two golden curved blades appeared, with one in each hand. “This must be a straggler. They would most likely travel in a large pack to keep each other safe.” He mumbled, leaping forward. He jammed his right Sabre through the lower jaw of the beast, jabbing it sharply in the brain. It’s eye’s glazed over and Taylor pulled the blade out, and it collapsed. Taylor had leapt away and landed beside his teammates, huffing quite audibly.
“Thank god you’re here!” A bearded man who looked to be middle aged, shouted rushing towards the three wizards, waving a cane. “I am the village elder for this village. Thank you for coming. The frogs are just north of here. They seem to sleep in until noon, which is odd. But nevertheless it’s lucky, as if you attack now, you can catch them by surprise.”
“Um,” Taylor said scratching his head. This man seemed too young to be a village elder. Not to mention, why would frogs sleep till noon. The entire prospect seemed fishy and odd. “Um, okay. Thank you sir. Head back to village. Where you would be safe.” Taylor added, trying to have the man leave.
“Thank you all so much.” He cried happily, before rushing away, with a speed that a town elder wouldn’t normally have, only increasing his suspicions.
Taylor looked at the carcass of the frog, and gave it a kick. “It wasn’t that hard.” He said, quietly. His mind was still thinking about the elder.
