The assassin watched as the Pretayus and his human followers met up with their Lycan friend holding onto Celia downstream, stopping so the wolfman could unbind the Elf's feet. He then pulled a long chain from his belt, wrapping it around his waist and hooking it onto a collar around her neck. With his catch on a short leash, he proceeded to lift up the large treasure chest on which he had been sitting and rest it upon his shoulder.
Brandishing an amused smirk, Pretayus inspected the features of the Elf. Her face, her breasts, her body, he analysed and undressed the entirety of her with his eyes. Then he suddenly made a motion with his hand while talking aloud. His men forced Galen to lie on the ground with both hands brought together over his wound.
Forcing herself to be calm, Petra sat
