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Martyn stared in horror at the torch behind him, flame extinguished from having been submerged in the river.
He got up and ran for the torch that once held his god, he picked it up to inspect it, half expecting the flame to spark back to life spontaneously, but to no avail, the torch had been completely soaked.
"I really am the worst paladin." He thought aloud as he stared at the torch in his hands, almost unaware of the sudden presence behind him. He turned around quickly to address the stranger, pointing the torch in their direction.
"Woah there, I mean no harm." The stranger raises his hands up in defense while taking a step back. Martyn hesitates, then lowers the torch before dropping it on the ground altogether.
"I'm Scott." The stranger, no, Scott extends his hand for Martyn to shake, his other hand holding a poppy he had been twirling around absentmindedly, which he hesitates before returning the gesture, albeit cautiously. "Martyn." He introduces himself in return. "It's a shame what happened to your torch." Scott lets go of Martyn's hand, gesturing to the torch.
Martyn held back a grimace. What is this man's deal, is he taunting him? Does he perhaps know that Martyn had completely failed as a paladin? He lowers his gaze as his shoulders slump.
"What's wrong?" Martyn looks up to see Scott looking at him with concern written on his face. Martyn hesitated, he was about to answer before he heard a slight sizzle behind him. He turned around to see the torch starting to spark back to life.
"I don't know what's going on," Martyn turns around when he hears Scott. "But I don't know if I want to deal with ghosts, or whatever that is." He finishes before quickly leaving.
Martyn watches him disappear before turning back to the torch, which then proceeded to flare up in huge sparks, prompting Martyn to shield his eyes.