X! It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a gr...OH COME ON NOT THIS CRAP AGAIN!

(#00585 - A210)

“What do you mean, you can’t shadow-jump us out of here?” demanded Rael.

“One: Ye wouldnae like it even if I could. Two: it’s no just dark, it's fook-off dark. I need an actual shadow. An’ three:” a click and a glamour-light that only cast imaginary photons to illuminate a young woman with blood-red hair that fell into ringlets. “I’m no’ a shadow elemental when it's fook-off dark.”

Something in the dark was whiffling about. Snuffling. Snorting. Scratching and padding about in the dark.

“What the heck is that?”

“Knowin’ my luck?” suggested Shayde. “Probably a Grue.”

“Are. You. Joking.”

“Star Trek, he doesnae get. Star Wars, he’s never heard of. Monty Python, completely missed it. Doctor Who? Exac'ly… but tell ‘im there might be a Grue inna dark…”

“All right, all right,” Rael grumbled. “Tell me there’s a way to defeat it?”

“Start breakin’ boxes and pray there’s a merch around in here? Or have a torch?”

“Please. I have six different light sources, depending on area of illumination and strength.”

“It’s a Grue. We’re goin’ tae need as much light in as much area as ye go’.”

“Really? An actual Grue? I’ve never seen one.”

“Trust me, ye don’ wanna.”

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