Life After Prison

As time passed, everyone had a similarly stern frown on their face. More than ten minutes had

elapsed, and the tokens remained as still as any run–of–the–mill golden trinket.

“Could these tokens be nothing more than mere decorations? There is a gem–like bead on each

one. Perhaps these beads have a purpose?” Larry suggested after another ten minutes of

observation.

Rachel pointed out, “We’ve exhausted every conceivable approach and still there isn’t a reaction.

There doesn’t seem to be anything special about these tokens. They might serve merely as

symbolic items representing our respective halls, and there might not be any combat techniques

that we could obtain from these tokens.”

Severin deliberated briefly before suggesting, “What if each of you, representing your respective

to infuse the token with your spiritual energy? Perhaps

response through that.”

renewed enthusiasm among the hall masters. The

they channeled their spiritual energy into the tokens.

another round of disappointment, as the tokens retained their previous unresponsive state.

situation, Severin finally said, “Let’s deal with this

tokens back for now. My uncle–master might know

when we finally

suggested, “I think it would be best for you

of these tokens.

relatively low, and we might not be able to

their value fully. The tokens were bestowed upon us by our former

they likely serve a significant function. Whether or not that’s

safest in your care.”

placing her token into Severin’s hands. “I agree with them. You should hold

It’s safer that way.”

and said, “Okay then. I will keep them and investigate

time. If any of you happen to have any new ideas that we could try,

then attempt another round