SJ Longthorne

‘It was the one day she didn’t have her longsword, it was at the cleaners.’

'Fortunately for her, however, she was in the middle of a picnic and had her trusty butter knife at hand.'

‘Her picnic partner — a man called Simon with a dog-eared sort of face — frowned at her, and asked, “What’s that face for? Something around my mouth?”’

She Replied, you forgot the cookies, i really wanted some cookies

’Simon looked at her, unconvinced. “Really? It looked more like you heard something that creeped you out. And you’re gripping that butter knife like, well... the way you’d usually grip your long sword.”’

She knew she couldn't tell him about the things she had started hearing recently. She wasn't even sure herself what it was or how to stop it from happening.

Simon sighed. “I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me.”

"We should focus on the mission, Simon, we're running out of time. Once the moon disappears behind the mountain peak we won't be able to find the hidden door, remember?" She knew he was right. She knew him too well and that he'd get back to it once they had found the mine.