The spirit stood near the entrance of the maze. The dance was winding down, and hardly anyone was outside - which was what they wanted. A shiver tickled down their spine, the chains across their chest and small shorts barely providing any coverage from the October chill. Wandering into the maze, they were unfazed by the noises, but when they heard rustling nearby, louder than the wind could be, they jumped, looking around. “Anyone there?”
Wesley had been turned around in the maze for longer than he’d like to admit. When he finally heard another human he sped up trying to find them. He was quite the sight when he finally jumped out from the hedges, leaves suck in his hair, sword drawn. “Yes! Finally. The Dread Pirate Roberts is in need of a navigator.”






















