"Did you bring someone from Sol…?" Felix asked, cut short by a fit of intense coughing.
Sylvester hastily placed his palm on Felix's neck to check the material of the slave collar and what sort of artifact was used to make it. "Sir Dolorem and a Grand Wizard named Dagorith came with me, but they're in Whiskeypeaks. I know no one else in these lands, especially not someone willing to risk their life to save me."
Felix fell silent, as he felt too much pain and difficulty. Meanwhile, Sylvester focused all his attention on Felix's slave collar and tried to find a way to open it without any setbacks. He infused his magic into it and tried to read the inscriptions of the ancient language on it. The thing was newly made, but he could feel that the Elder Runes were placed on it using some sort of artifact.
