The guild was standing between the four and the corridor, from where they could feel Telets fighting for his life.
Pala didn't know much about the king, but she did know that he was a heavy hitter.
Telets was just a boy.
A boy possessed by a ghost. There was no other explanation for the mage.
After all, Telets had gone there, down the corridor. He had risked it all. And there was necromantic mana coming from that direction.
Pala stepped before the blonde king, looking Doran in the eyes.
"Telets is strong," she told the man, who was holding Pan like a plush toy. If Brandon had anything to say, he didn't show it.
No, Doran was holding Pan in his arms, bridal style, and refusing to let go.
"Doran," Solas said, as he sized Pala up once more. "I can take her down."
Pala snorted, taking a fighting stance.
"Come at me!" She screamed Telets' words. Because she was not going to die. He had asked her not to prepare for such a thing, and she was going to listen to him!
