“You shall not…” Naeoar burst out laughing in the middle of his sentence, “Whoops, sorry, wrong story… Ah… where were we?” he said giving me a grin that said this was totally planned. Letting a smile slide I called out.
“Okay, let’s try that again, remember, it’s; ‘May I help you?’ and try to act like you could care less who these people are, Okay? Got it?” he nodded, “Good.” I finished, sitting back in my chair. “Action!” Naeoar opened the door and burst out laughing. Jendai gave the camera a silly look and I couldn’t help laughing as well.
“Cut! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!” I said smiling.

“That’s not much older than you!” Ravna said excitedly. There was a pause as we waited for Sanah to say her line, she fumbled and finally burst out, “Inconceivable!” before laughing.

“…there was another king known as…ah…Kell? Kell, Kell, Kell, Kellmutare? Ah…Kelltare? Killmentaur? Kill the mentor?” there was a pause, “Isn’t anybody going to stop me before I totally kill this line?”

“Now, I’ll try to tell you everything I remember…Ah…” Sanah paused.
“She can’t remember anything.” Ravna giggled.
“I don’t remember my line.”

“Who is it?” Sanah called towards the door. There was a pause.
“You’re worst nightmare!” Ravna said in a deep voice. There was another pause before Sanah let out a very girly – very fake – scream.

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“…there was another king known as…ah…Kell? Kell, Kell, Kell, Kellmutare? Ah…Kelltare? Killmentaur? Kill the mentor?” there was a pause, “Isn’t anybody going to stop me before I totally kill this line?”

“It's my office, after all. His name is...What IS Lars’ last name???”

“I can’t remember?” I grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, let me find it..." I flicked through my various notes and took my eyes off my characters. Bad idea.

"I should not be working under these conditions!!!"

"At least you don't end up nearly getting killed!" Jayson tossed him a look of disgust. "Talk about conditions."

"Oh, the poor reckless top agent. Who do you think you are, the main character?"

I desperately cut Jayson off: "Found it! Let's redo this from the top."

Keallan studied the meadow. "There should be some trap or something set here. The Faeries just won't let anybody in."

Terran nodded in agreement, crossing his arms and frowning.

Ingvar knelt down on the ground to examine a flower on the edge of the field. It was star-shaped, with vivid purple petals. Curious, he reached out and brushed a finger across the edge of it. Letting out a cry, he leapt back.

"Ingvar! What's the matter?" Keallan asked.

"The flower... it cut me!" Ingvar held up his hand. Blood dripped down his wrist. "It was sharp as a blade, but it looks like a normal flower!"

Later on, they find out that it was poisoned and a trap set by the Faeries. So they had to convince the Faeries to heal Ingvar.

The ruins were crumbling, but the sun was setting, setting them ablaze with light. It almost made their surroundings look alive again.

"We'll camp here for tonight." Keallan sat down on the ground and began to take things out of his pack.

Ingvar wandered over to the wall of one of the stone structures. Runes were carved into it. Peering closely at them, he tentatively reached out a hand and drew a finger through the grooves of the engraved letters.

Suddenly, a low rumble started up, loud as a dragon's roar. Ingvar stumbled backwards.

Yes, the whole place crashed to the ground. Go figure.

"Be careful. Nothing in this forest is as it seems," Keallan instructed his companions. "No one has ever returned from here."

"Thank you for the cheerful thought," Ingvar said drily.

They walked on. Ingvar was moving faster than the others, and thus pulled ahead by a few yards. He stopped short when something shimmered in front of him. It was like a glowing mist. Experimentally, he waved a hand through it to see if it would dissipate. It didn't. A vaguely humanoid-shaped face appeared in the mist. Suddenly its jaws unhinged, and an unearthly howl started up.

Keallan ran forward and pulled Ingvar back. "You just can't stop touching things, can you? You can't not touch!"

Keallan ran forward and pulled Ingvar back. "You just can't stop touching things, can you? You can't not touch!"