"Can you tell me why you're doing this?" the dean lowered his head, his face ashen from blood loss. "This place raised you..."
Lil Moss flew into a rage at his words.
She raged, "Reason? If you hadn't brought me to this stupid place, you fool, I would've carved out a legacy for myself by now! I would be a king!"
"A king of bandits, living in the woods?" the dean asked.
A Tiefling urged impatiently, "Shut up and sign with your blood! Or do you want to see what we'll do to those little bastards upstairs?"
The dean looked at the guards and sighed.
He shakily reached out, intending to dip his finger in the blood seeping from his stomach.
But just then, he glimpsed Colin's right hand—which had been behind his back—reaching for the Spellcasting Material Bag at his waist.
'A Potion of Protection from Evil and Good also resists the Charm ability of Evil Demons.'
Colin chanted the Spell for Flaming Arrow.
