Gudric laughed. “Well, that tool certainly took care of Bard within this past space of the sandclock.”
“Oh, yes,” Hesta agreed, gazing out across the plain. “He’s done.”
And quite gone.
The last shade was faded into evening mist.
Together, they cranked the bridge back up.
“What now?” Gudric asked, looking anxiously towards the house.
“In your words, we lift the Dark. Then go to find my father.”