Xenn extended his hands and muttered an Entangle Spell. Nearby vines wrapped around the big Droll’s legs and brought him to the ground.
Another Droll shouted, “Dewrong! That’s Magick! He’s a Spellweaver! We’ll be rewarded well! Bind and gag him quickly lest he places spells on us!”
Xenn managed a Command Spell, saying “Stop.” The second Droll stopped moving, but his fellows rapidly gagged and bound the young Spellweaver. Dewrong angrily ripped the vines from his massive body.
The big Droll growled. “I’m going to enjoy tearing you up, Spellweaver. Your ilk has tormented my ancestors. Stole the heirloom that controlled the Firehorses! Destroyed the Firehorse brigade! Know Dewrong Korcran will be your end.”
A Droll shook his unmoving comrade and said, “Dewrong, Tummus isn’t moving and does not speak.”
Dewrong said, “He seldom says much of import, Norgle. It was a simple spell. Smack him! He’ll probably wake up. I’m more interested in getting our prize back to camp.”
Norgle slapped Tummus. The force of the blow knocked the Droll down and aroused him. Tummus jumped up and said, “What’d you do that for, Norgle. Dewrong, Farong, Fluggle! You’ve captured the Spellweaver! May I tear off a few of his fingers?”
Dewrong said, “Patience, Tummus. There’ll be plenty of time for it. He’ll sing like a bird and tell all about Drelvedom’s defenses. Let’s make ready. Farong and Fluggle, carry his sorry a**!”
Farong said, “Boss, it won’t take both of us to carry his scrawny a**!”
Dewrong Korcran said sternly, “Listen to me, you t**ds! Keep that a******’s mouth covered and his hands secure. I don’t want spells thrown against us.”
Fluggle timidly answered, “You got it, Boss!”
Norgle asked, “What about Zagnar?”
Dewrong said, “What about him? He got bested by a Drelve! He’s just carrion. Do you want to carry him back to camp, Norgle?”
Tummus, Farong, Fluggle, and Dewrong shared a laugh. Norgle growled under his breath. Only Xenn saw the movement in the dark waters of the Ornash. Farong and Fluggle threw their axes over their backs and picked up the struggling Spellweaver. A dark form silently moved across the water.
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