"Enki, wave."
It was afternoon. The sun had not yet set.
At Aisia’s call, Enkrid relaxed his grip on the sword.
Just as Lua Garne was undoing the whip wrapped around her waist, telling him that Frokk's fight was starting, she spoke.
"Let’s go. It’s not something you see every day."
Lua Garne wrapped the whip back around her waist and spoke again.
Enkrid agreed, and everyone followed.
