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    Phoenix got up, he was in a small dining room with the table and two benches. He grasped the two daggers dropped by the foe in one hand and, looking upwards at the hole, tilted the table up to one side with the other, rolling the deceased bandit off. He took a dagger in each hand and stuck the underside of the thin boards of the table with them. He then replaced the table so the two daggers pointed up at the hole. And, to make sure no one would follow him down, he recovered his sword and let out a roar before swinging his sword over the table scraping it like a long piece of flint. When the sword met the dagger it burst into flame once more and also lit the table.

     With sword and shield he left the room and at once found himself in a hallway.

     “Phoenix! Come over here and untie me!”

     Phoenix stepped to his left and stood over the voice who'd spoken. “Danibee?” He asked.

     “Yes, now untie me please!” Danibee pleaded.

     Phoenix turned his eyes forward and noticed the heap near the door. He stepped right over Danibee and ran to Rithevan's side. Rithevan moaned and opened his eyes.

     “Phoenix...” He started to slowly get up. “Ahh...I knew that you would come for me.” His eyes noticed the long sword engulfed- save for the handle- that Phoenix held in his hands. “Nice” He thought to himself.

     “Phoenix!” Danibee wailed.     Phoenix glanced back at Danibee and then to Rithevan, “Nice work but you forgot to get his sword.”

     “Oh yeah.” His head still fuzzy. “A mind is not so steadfast after four days and no food.” Rithevan noticed the blood on Phoenix's side. “You are wounded.”

     “Barely. We should hurry then.” He ran back to Danibee and retrieved his sword. The door that Rithevan stood by opened and the entering bandits were stopped short as Rithevan slammed it shut with his shoulder. “Hold the door!” Phoenix shouted.

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