Rían grabbed at the leash that had brought him to his knees, trying to tuck his fingers underneath the strangling energy cord. The magic scorched his neck and hands, reddening his flesh, and although he struggled to ignore the pain, it was slowly siphoning his strength. Amidst a desperate swallow, his gaze lobbed between the cleric who had lassoed him and Jenaveve at the top of the encompassing flagstone staircase. The suffocating strangle made it impossible for him to speak, so he hoped his eyes begged her enough to run away!
Though nothing about her posturing, nor the stoic expression as Jenaveve’s steely grey irises observed everything in the sanctuary’s lower platform, displayed any sort of panic on her part. There was nothing that indicated she was either scared or afraid of what was
