"What are you all just standing around for?" Laars demanded, walking towards his group of adventurers. "The Great One needs us to find his stones."
"We're just resting," Stefan (one of the swordsmen) said.
"I cannot believe that our master has such pathetic weaklings in his employ," Laars said.
Stefan jumped up and grabbed his sword. "I am not a weakling."
"Then prove it," Laars said, with a smirk.
Stefan drew his sword and was about to swing it, but Sonja stepped between them and stopped their swordplay. "Be still!" she yelled. "Can we not work together? We are all on the same side. Are we not?"
Stefan looked at Sonja, then at Laars, then back at Sonja again. Settling down, he put away his sword.
Laars grunted, then began walking into the forest. The rest of the his group followed shortly after.
On the way, Sonja walked to Stefan's side. "You should not provoke him," she whispered.
"He provoked me," he whispered loudly. "Why did our master pick him to be our leader anyway?"
"It is not our place to question the Great One," Sonja whispered.
Unknown to any of them, they were all living a new life. And just as Jack had been turned completely (in mind and body) into Laars. Jill had been turned into Sonja the cleric, and Mark had been turned into Stephan the swordsman.
