Wiping his eyes. Ron's rage was replaced by sadness. Looking at his hands, he saw they were bloody where his nails had shifted

"The veil will be at its thinnest in five days, and the passage between this world and Origin will be possible."

Ron's grassy bonds loosened slightly, allowing him to twist and look where the voice was coming from.

"Strategy over strength, my sons. That is how we defeat our enemies."

"Watch out, Gary!" The first punch landed squarely in Gary's stomach, doubling him over.

The cavernous room looked and felt just as Ron remembered it, wrong. The scene before him was chaos.

Ron quickly closed the door of the Inn and leaned heavily against it, ready for the person chasing him to break it down.