We knew it would come to this

Cali’s ass was on the cold stone floor, her arms behind her bracing her up. She looked up at Tiella whose hands were now restrained in the tendrils of shadows dispatched by Luna’s command. Cali scrambled to her feet and backed away from the half-elf whose face showed confusion; the blade held in her hand was not covered in blood. Cali had not felt any impact to her blood screen, but it had all happened so fast; who knew what that dagger was capable of?

The witch clutched at the two self inflicted wounds on her lower abdomen as she stood to face Araghol. “Quiet yourself, Luna. The sacrifice was not yours to make so you were not consulted. You had your chance to walk away. You stand here now; that is your agreement. All of you have agreed to this.”

“The Dulcet Champion with Stars in his Eyes will come to terms,” Caligari held her hand out to Jorrik and offered him reassuring smile.