More tears ran down the courier's face as he gritted his teeth, his glare burning holes into her back.
"I would think about seven," she stated with clear certainty before spinning around to face him. "Do you even know the importance of what you carry?"
At once the Drow fought against the men holding him down, thrashing about as much as possible to break free from the feet bearing down on his body. Before he succeeded, the blade in his hand was wrenched around, making him scream out in pain.
"Stop that," she ordered as she dropped the satchel on the ground and dumped the contents of her pouch onto it. "He needs to be well for travel if he answers correctly."
Holding her hand out, she muttered a few words under her breath, causing a pinkish glow to shimmer over the leather bag. With a sm
