Anise glowered at the old man. None of what he said made any sense. Who was Lord Argen? There were lords here? She was about to ask these questions when Tyaelaem began to attack the old man. She didn't quick get why. Then she saw the sword come out and she shivered nervously. He was facing Tyaelaem and calling him a demon, which was something that angered her.

She knew right away this man was no friend. The sword scared her, but she didn't want Tyaelaem to get hurt. "Tyaelaem is not a demon! He's a friend! He's going to help me get home!" She cried out with each swing as she swung at the old man's head with the nightstick with all of her might. Then she saw Randold in the distance being carried by a group of people. Her hopes soared! He was alive! He had to be! There was no way they'd waste their time carrying a dead body, right?

In spite of all of her fear she had to defeat this old warrior and save Randold.