Back From the Grave

A clear blue summer sky.

"This is where it took place, my guy," said a scruffy middle-aged man. His clothes were made from animal skin and fur-lined on the collar of his jacket. He wore a large blade that hung around his waist horizontally with a small buckler on his left arm. He held two shovels.

Two more men stood behind him. They, too, wore clothes of animal skin but each with a different weapon.

"Brett, what's the point of coming here," said the tall and lanky one. His name was Jack, and he sported a spear which he hung his arms overusing it to brace his neck.

Brett turned around and rubbed his scruffy beard.

"The prince, the arch wizard, the warrior of lightning, and the knuckle