Who-who are you?" began Mason as he witnessed Old Thane utterly manhandle the giants.
"Shut your mouth, little lad, and raise your shield for your brother," said Old Thane. He trudged forwards, and this time, the giants stopped, having seen how easily they were man handled.
"This…this is demonic magic," said Asala. "I must hold down a great urge to withdraw mine tablet. Were there no danger to divert mine attention, I shouldst be writing – it is a rare sight indeed to witness demonic magic, especially of this caliber."
"Demon?" Vilga cocked her head as she peered at Old Thane. "Not like a normal demon. There is no rage. No hunger."
"Not all demons are creatures of base desire, baring hatred and foul negativity," explained Asala. "Some are far more refined. Such as that one." She pointed her staff to Old Thane. "And well hidden. No trace of such magical energy didst I sense even once before this time from that one."
