[ Along the dusty path home, mostly, with the moon riding high in the sky above them, casting strange wavering shadows out from their feet. In the distance, lights wink along the horizon, hovering oddly above the ground. Hazily, Flynn stares at them for a moment, getting his arm more firmly under Ryan's shoulders. At least he's not that hard to carry, with Flynn's bulk. ]

I believe you. It's lucky that there are so many of us here. Did you hear the warnings about going out at night? I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find a sword.