On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[The Fifth]

The wraith screeches once more, and hunches over until his hooded head touched the ground. "It seems I was.. wrong.. yes, kill thee now, it will all be useless, useless..." He says coldly. He continues to hold the blade, and as a last effort, attempts to stab Gandalf, but he is restrained by the wounds from the elven sword, so he sets the blade down, rather neatly, in front of him, but he continues to eminate all the fear he can, becoming almost unbearable.