"Foul. That's a foul. Using black magic in front of clerics and paladins." The voice went sharp over paladins. He aimed the word at the nailed bodies as if they could agree for him.
"It's thanks to you that they cannot hear nor speak. Who is it to tell them that I did such things?" Ludwig smiled. He kept the staff in the same hand as the smile. He kept his eyes elsewhere.
The man turned his face toward Misty, who seemed to actively ignore facing the direction of Ludwig. She fought with her shoulders squared to the door and her eyes only for the next wrong limb. Her jaw hurt from the way she held it.
Frustration grew in the heart of the former servant. Immediately he raised his arms. "Come to me." he called to the chakrams that vibrated their way out of their dug pits. The ceiling shivered like a drumhead. Rings broke free with a gritty snap. Grains of stone rained down like quick gray hail.
