"What was that thing?" Gukko demanded as the bandages were tightened- again. He didn't notice before, but the putrid flesh of the child-stealer had burned and scalded him through his Fighter uniform, which he was repairing with one hand.
The Sage nodded. "Ah, yes... The Child-Stealer. Its proper name is Languas. Very rare, I may conclude. The last one, before yours, was slain in the reign of King Torry, four centuries ago. Daddy was one of the mages, I recalled. Stole the prince, stole many children." The Sage sighed. "Well, do yuo want to keep the carcass? I would love to keep it, but it's your right as the killer."
Both Raven and Gukko shook their heads. "Mateus killed it. You should haev it- it's vile and dangerous."
The Sage smiled. "Well, now I trust that you may know where the children are?"
Raven paled. "We're supposed to find them?"
"Well... I could help. But you haveto do the fighting, you see, they only stealto turn the strongest into more Languases. The others are eaten and drained. I can help you locate them, but if the children are already turned into Languases, they are extrememly volatile and hazardous, not to mention resistent to magic. You'll have to handle them. I trust that you have obtained previously aBlessed Silver Blade? Not yet? Well, I suppose I have a few left from my youth..." The Sage disappeared, only to return with two weapons- a Holy Blade made of finely polished silver and a Fighter Blade of silver too. But were wrought with intricate designs, maybe just swirls of a callgripher's dream or runes of an ancient, sacrad spell.