Chapter 383: Magical Inquiry
Plum stared pitifully at the poor unlucky bastards lying unconscious. On a closer look, she noticed a silver amulet hanging from the drow prisoner’s neck. The amulet was the symbol of an academically-trained mageborn and the ruby embedded on her amulet marked her as a chromatic red mage.
Stryg was right. Though the drow was wearing a soldier’s armor she was a mageborn like them. There were a few scorch marks on her armor, but save for a few bruises she seemed fine, which was far more than could be said about the rest of her comrades.
The other survivor was a human, definitely not a part of the Undergrowth military. He wore no armor, only a ragged tunic. Dried blood was caked around the side of his head where Stryg had no doubt bludgeoned him. The man would have a terrible headache but with the proper medical treatment, he would recover just fine.
Plum sighed.
Not that either of them will live to see the sunrise.
Even if she managed to use her purple magic to salvage information from their minds, Stryg wasn’t the kind of warrior to leave survivors. The blood covering him from head to toe was a testament to that.
Still, Stryg didn't seem to notice the hesitation on her face. In fact, he didn’t even seem bothered by all the blood and bits of gore over him. His eyes were focused entirely on the silver blade in his hands.
“Does that sword belong to one of them?” Plum gestured to the prisoners.
Stryg finally looked up and shook his head slowly.