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The cloud from his eyes lifted and the world was revealed to Ben once more. There was much surprise to been seen when he saw nothing but blue waters all around him. Before he could properly access his surroundings, however, he laid eyes on the creature across the way. It rang all sorts of alarms for him, its ghastly features contrasting the gentleness of the plucked strings. He was a little uneasy approaching such a thing, slowly backing away. This must be the test of might, but why was he alone?

His question was answered when he backed into the coffin, a gasp escaping him as he looked at his mage. [color=C0C0C0]"Lilie,"[/color] He said as everything else was forgotten at the moment. She did not move nor open her eyes to his dismay, her appearance only furthering his confusion. As he looked at the weapons within, however, everything fell into place. This was the challenge's way of testing her faith. The monster clearly had eyes on her; it fell to Ben to protect her. It should have been reassuring but the idea of having to protect a solitary target wasn't going to be easy, especially with a creature of that size. 

[color=C0C0C0][i]Surely they could have accomplished this without putting her to sleep,[/i][/color] Ben mused to himself for a moment before realizing the thought was incorrect: the riddle specifically mentioned her faith would be paid in sleep. Of course, Lilie completed the first half of the challenge and it now fell to him to finish their test of might. And with bow and sword in accord; the tools were given to him with only one thing left to do. [color=C0C0C0][i]So be it, then.[/i][/color]

[color=C0C0C0]"Rest easy and wait here for me,"[/color] Ben said despite unknowing if she could hear him. 

With the sword at his side and the quiver on his back, he stepped away from the coffin with much confidence. He tested the string of the bow as he watched the creature for a moment. If it was waiting for him to make the first move then far be it from him to deny it. Readying an arrow, he stretched the string as he pulled the arrow back, a smirk playing on his lips. Aiming at the creature's left eye, he released the arrow, watching it fly into the air before pulling out a second from the quiver.