Waylan tapped Irwyn on the back again. The first time, his friend had clearly not felt the sensation - probably his own fault for accidentally concealing it. It was hard to balance being hidden from enemies yet able to signal allies. The taps happened in a pattern, almost a code, though not quite as complex. Old Crow had taught them that, because perhaps one day they would need to communicate without words or even sight, just touch.Of course, the system had to be rather simplistic on account of being formed of just damn taps. There were ways to spell whole words that way, a letter at a time, but that would take impractically long. So, there were just a few messages that could be relayed. The one Waylan conveyed was ‘I am moving ahead’. Originally meant for sneaking through dark tunnels or shafts, but it worked well enough in the current circumstances.The reason he needed to let Irwyn know was that the brilliant bastard was doing a bit too well against the undead after everyone else had vanished. Wave after wave of his blinding bright magic crashed into the risen sods, breaking their sheer numbers with overwhelming power. They were probably trying to wear Irwyn down with sheer numbers - not knowing there was no point.Unfortunately, that also meant that every centimeter of that open doorway just so happened to be completely impassable. Waylan could slip through some surprisingly tight places, but a wall of steel vaporising fire was a tad too much for him. Hence the signal. Irwyn thankfully reacted that second time around. He put one hand behind his back, then raised five fingers. Waylan presumed that to mean as many seconds of an opening. Hopefully they were in something of an agreement, otherwise he was about to become an hour past well done. Getting into position right beside the door, Waylan waited for his opportunity, which came just a moment later.Irwyn interrupted his stream of constant magic, all that brilliant (...)