Hopefully, Lord Xavin would be pleased with her pick. He would not accept anything but the best.

The two met outside the Shreiking Shack. It had provided useful over the years. But the shack was just the tip of the iceberg.

“I hope you’re ready to demontsrate what you can do to Lord Xavin,” she remarked to Gunther. He grunted in reply and swung his gun in a more comfortable position.

The two entered through a slanted door. Gunther looked around. “This is it?” he questioned. Facaro turned to him “Patience you stupid midget,” she said irritably.

They stepped into the next room where a sort of elevator stood. Gunther cautiously stepped onto the rickety device. Facaro swept her wand and they quickly plumeted at least 50 feet.

The doors opened with a soft beep and Facaro stepped out. Gunther followed in an exasperated waddle. He stopped nearly bumping into Facaro. “hey, what’s the big-” he began, but looked around her and he to stared in amazement.

Before him, was Xavin’s army. *