Ashleyien smiled at the witch and with a tone seeping in false sincerity, she bowed and said, “Merci beaucoup, Madame, pour ta cooperation. C’est faire un plaisir de travail avec vous. J’espère que c’est le dernier foi.” She smiled brightly at the lost look on the witch’s face.
The warrioress stood in front of stairs. She held out the silver chain with the tiny blue stone. The glow had vanished; it did nothing. “I assume that this means the spell has been lifted. C’mon guys, let’s get this show on the road!” With that she ran up the spiraling staircase.
((Please don’t mind my French too much – I’m horrible at writing it, I’m not too good with verb tenses and such and I can’t find my dictionary)).
