I don't know why, but it only feels as though his words are like honey and milk and butter all mixed together, brushing against the strings of my heart and making me feel so warm and so soft deep down within.
It feels so overwhelming and so surprisingly peaceful as I grip tightly against him as though he is my life support.
"We really do not want to beat about the bush right now, and we want things to be so easy," I suddenly hear a very deep, manly voice coming from one of the cloaked figures, and it makes it so obvious that this person is really indeed a wizard because his voice isn't coming out with the normal, natural sound that everyone knows. It is coming out as though he is speaking through a microphone, something like an echo.
"Give us the girl, and we are going to be on our way,
