they crawl into the fissure. the second torch dies behind them.
and slide it over the opening. a black beat.
close on a liquor bottle. it's half full of glow-worms.
audrey and imam huddle around a bottle of glow-worms: this is all they could harvest. presently scrabbling sounds on the shield. imam eases one eye to a small hole in the shield. he can't see much until.
more scrabbling at the shield. imam cocks his blade back, ready to do battle with.