King Alaric suspended Lord Thane in the air by his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as Lord Thane gasped for air, his feet kicking desperately about for a foothold.
"You...have…the power," He struggled to speak as he vigorously tried to escape Alaric's grip
Alaric scoffed, "Worthless. Give a goat a mile, and he takes ten; I should just snap your neck. It would be as easy as breathing," He sneered, "But you still have some usefulness"
"No one followed me, If they did, I would know. Elias Ashdown tried it once, remember? I know what I am doing,"
He released his grip, and Lord Thane dropped to the ground with a loud thud; he keeled over and began to gasp wildly, taking greedy breaths of air.
