"It might be wiser to simply kill him, my Lord," even Dwire was on board with the idea now. "We do not know anything of magics. With the likes of that beast in front of us, what are we to do if he conjures something else of the same sort?"
"He's halfway to death already," the Earl said. "Look at his face. That is why he's filled with so much scorn for us. He thinks he's going to slip away already. I know nothing of magics, true enough, but there is a price for everything, and that power is beyond him. He'd paid a price too that is beyond him as well."
"Then you suspect he'll die regardless?" Dwire said. "Then why do we bother, my Earl? Why not free ourselves of this problem, here and now?"
