Before she passed out, Bedivere saw Nedjem approaching from the darkness, his tattoos glowing golden and yellow fire radiating from his hands. She saw Iah in her peripheral as she knelt down by Bedivere, shouting something. Bedivere, though, heard nothing.
“I’ll be right there! God!” He shouted back. Bedivere may have been cool when they first met but when it came down to the nail, she was freaking annoying. Vulcan ignored her protests to keep going and began rummaging about the nearly pitch black storeroom. There was actually very little down here, just stacks of paper, a few tools and a plank of drywall. Inside a well hidden box, though the shine of a gem caught his eye.
As he opened the door to the hall he found he didn’t have to. Aeron burst out into the hallway, wielding his warhammer and wearing nothing but his boxers, screaming in his half-asleep state “MOMMA WE GOT ANOTHER GATOR!”