
Shamad watched the three men enter with great trepidation. The leader made him nervous, the one with the spectacles wary, and the giant made him feel like he was going fill his pants. He shrunk as far into the shadows as he could. He unwound the bandage on his hand and squeezed the wound, producing more blood. He prepared himself for battle. He went over his spells in his mind. He didn't want to but if he had to, he would. He might get hurt but he would be sure to kill one of them at the very least.