Feldard nudged at the elven fighter with a booted foot while prepared to step back. He was well aware of her prowess with daggers and while there were none in hand presently that didn’t mean she wouldn’t wake from the magical slumber and not pull one on him before realizing it was he. “Saeth, quit sleeping on the job!”
Saeth’s eye opened halfway, and a groan sounded as she felt around, trying to find her blade. “Give me my sword back, and I’ll make you regret you were ever born!” Only after a moment did she realize that it wasn’t the wizard who had her at his mercy. “Where’d he go? Did he flee up the stairs?”
“I’ve dealt with him already. Come help me watch over the others.. he did something to them.” Feldard lead the elf to the others.
The floor was littered with the bodies of dead orcs. The dwarf and elf stood over where Nicolai, Maruc, Miklos and the last two orcs lied motionless on the ground.
“Will the enchantment eventually fade or is this permanent?”