"Thank you for your hospitality." Crayg bowed his head as the pair stood, and Petunia brushed the back of her trousers free of dust as Crayg nodded. "And it was very kind of you to make us aware of this--"
Petunia cut him off. "Stop being a jackass and let's go. I've got a diamond to shatter." She shoved her backpack-- their wrapped tent-- into his hands. He frowned at it, but said no more. Petunia nodded. "Thanks for the info, Lady. What's your name, anyway?" She looked the woman over.
"Silviya," the elder woman responded. "though most call me grand elder, these days." She scoffed softly. Petunia nodded. "Well thanks, Sil." She mounted her axe to her back and took two steps toward the exit.
"Oh, and Miss Petunia--" The woman held out her hand, pausing Petunia before she made it to the tree- wall. "Please, do take this seriously. This could destroy everything we know and care for."
Petunia sighed as the wall in front of her slid open. "Yeah yeah." She waved a hand. "Don't worry, Sil. We'll be fine."
They exited the building. The sky was a brilliant orange above the treetops, and the streets were quickly growing empty as the elves scurried into their homes and locked the doors to their businesses. Night was quickly falling, and Petunia stretched and yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Let's go Crayg-- I want to make it to the next town by midnight."
Crayg groaned, shaking his head a little as they set off into the forest.
Under the treetops, the light was even dimmer, and it quickly became harder and harder to see what was going on. The forest was unbelievably quiet, and their footsteps in the underbrush were loud and ungraceful as they made their way back to the road. When they once again arrived at the fight scene, however, Crayg was once again struck with fear and anxiety.
The body of the creature had vanished, as well as its wares and its cart. All that remained was a puddle of black sludge, and the words scrawled out in the dust: "WE DON'T FEAR ATLAS."
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