Haunted Wood I'll be granting your permission 'Cause you haven't got a prayer

There he was, messing things up already. Phillip was just barely able to lift his head. If his fear made it difficult to do that, how was he gonna make it through a fight? He was positive he'd die here.

The warlord's promise did little to settle his racing heart. He was bound to get hurt during this. Phillip had told himself that again and again in preparation. No amount of assurance could change his mind.

When do we start? he blurted suddenly. He just wanted to get this over with.