“What is this?!” one bellowed. “You were hired to do a job? What are you doing?”
In a flash, the azure color returned to Iristra’s eyes. Pointing, the blue magical winds lifted the Draken into the air a few inches. Her grip tightened, and one could see the winds slowly tightening around his throat as he squeaked.
“You… you…” He coughed as the air seemed to constrict around him, “You were paid to…”
His color fading, she released him.
Crumpling in a coughing, sputtering heap, he attempted a chuckle.
“Yes, you are bound by your oath assassin.” His hands still gripped his throat, pain racing through his lungs, he continued.
“I order you to take that she-orc hostage. Immediately!”
The volume of his voice barely rose above his normal talking level. He waved for the other Draken to step fo
