Kraloch tried to move his hands, but the bindings dug deep, leaving him little wiggle room. Tied as they were, behind his back, it was a simple yet effective method of preventing him from using his magic. He looked over at Zhura, who sat across from him, but her attention was on the guards.
"These bindings are digging into my wrists," he said in his native tongue. His gaze swept the area, coming to rest on Gerald. The Human"s head was down, and he sensed a great sorrow.
These bindings are digging into my wrists,"What is wrong?" he asked, switching to the common tongue.
"This is all my fault," replied the marshal. "I never should have ordered the charge down that hill. It cost us the battle."
"Nonsense. Without reinforcements, we were doomed."
"Then I should have withdrawn until the re
