"Worry not," he assured his subordinates. "I happen to know a specific ritual that will make its presence known to all around it. Since it's not making any moves, it seems that our speculations were correct in that it must be of a muddled mind. How else would the boy have been able to drive it off?"
"You didn't wake the boy."
Everyone turned their gazes to Arienne, who stood with her back to a thick tree trunk in a calm stance, the positions of her feet betraying her readiness to act.
"You will refer to him as 'Your Grace,'" came the first speaker's reprimand. "And what does the boy have to do with anything?"
"You will refer to him as 'Your Grace,'" came the first speaker's reprimand. "And what does the boy have to do with anything?"