The crew's eyes were glowing red, and they were frothing at the mouth as they ran at me with butter knives and plates. If any were trained magicians, they no longer seemed to have the mental capacity to call upon their abilities, and a quick check revealed that my barrier spell was still intact, so I just let them go for it.
They didn't stop or so much as try to rethink their tactics, though. These poor people were stuck in a frenzy. And the Manuari was about to step in to help them when I felt something deep inside me that demanded my attention.
Illus requires an audience with you.
Illus had been one of four names I'd been instructed to remember. How long had it been since I'd called to them? Gwenvere did warn me that they'd grow restless if I didn't appease them. I should have listened.
'Summon Illus.'
