"Me. I still have a thousand years on it, at least." But it resting did make sense. It didn't come on so strong. Or it didn't with her. But she didn't have the sort of skills he did.
Bryn smiled back. "Thanks, it's a bone staff. Made from bones from a saint. The bidding war was insane." The yelling jerked her head up though. Back to the pantry.
"What do you want to do exactly? Let him out now? I could hold him." They needed to get them all out before she tried to do anything though. Or that was what she wanted to do. Get little Dan, Wendy, and Jack safe and away from the clutches of the wicked spirits that filled the place.