Without another word, the hunter plunged the needle into the mark on the rogue's shoulder with practiced grace as if he'd done this countless times before.
The rogue let out a sharp gasp, his body convulsing slightly as the needle pierced the skin.
A moment later, the dark, night elemental energy of the mark began to drain into the glass tube, swirling like captured smoke as it was siphoned from the rogue's body.
Lassim, still holding his halberd at the ready in case of a sudden attack from the new arrivals, watched in fascination as the green-clad hunter worked.
