Merchant Crab

Balthazar winced as the pieces of broken glass hit the floor, followed shortly by the bandit’s chin.

Blue—with Druma on her back—had come in through the skylight above like a mage whose levitation spell had just run out, the weight of both of them dropping right on top of the man holding the crab captive.

The thug let out a loud oof as the air was forcibly pressed out of his body under the pressure of Balthazar’s rescuers and he passed out from the blunt force.

Jumping off the drake’s back with his staff tightly gripped in both hands, Druma started hopping around with a menacing look on his face—or at least his best attempt at one.

“Arrrgh!” he yelled, shaking his staff around at nobody. “Let boss go or Druma magics you!”

With a slight frown, Blue looked around and then down at the unconscious man under her. With a small growl, she called the goblin’s attention to her before nodding at their defeated foe.

Druma looked at the bandit, staff still at the ready and confusion on his face.

“You got him already,” Balthazar finally said.

“Yay!” the assistant cheered, holding his staff up horizontally above his head and doing a little celebratory dance. “Blue and Druma beat bandits!”