A ring of Eldorian heroes closed in around us.
Swords. Spears. Staves. Bows. At least ten more weapons I didn't even recognize—all pointed directly at me.
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"…Wow," I muttered, genuinely impressed by how fast they'd escalated.
"Ler'thalan nalo durin-kelith!"[1] one of them barked sharply in Eldorian.
I tilted my head. "Excuse me?"
'Are they blind?' That thought echoed loudly in my head as irritation began to simmer.
Oh, I was absolutely offended.
With exaggerated calm, I raised both hands in surrender.
And very deliberately let go of Ezekiel.
He dropped to the ground with an undignified thump.
Petty? Yes.
Satisfying? Extremely.
The heroes panicked instantly, rushing to him like I'd just committed a war crime.
"Wait! She's not—" Ezekiel started, scrambling to explain.
