The day felt peaceful, almost too peaceful, as the group of Danes walked across the field. Suddenly, a shadowy figure passed through them and, before they were able to see who it was, most of them were instantly knocked to the ground.
"Who is that?! Show yourself!" One of the still-standing Danes said.
From a mist made of black shadows, a young man emerged wearing a satisfied smile. The Danes stared at him in shock, he used the opportunity to snap his finger. Plant roots sprouted from the earth beneath them and tied the Danes up before hanging them upside down.
"Witchery! That's a shaman! Argh!"
Of course, the shadowy figure was no other than Emery. As soon as the two groups separated, Emery used the opportunity to stop the Danes and force them to say what they were doing with the Iceni.
