There was so much blood.
Brandon couldn't help but sit still and clutch at the ribbon. The only thing he could do was give the powerful enchanted item to Callahan, should the man wish for it.
Was this what he had been reduced to? The strong dragon… cowering before a dungeon core?
"Let me through, darn you!" He could hear Solas yelling from the way he had come.
He could hear the sounds of sword on shield.
Oh, Solas had tried, Brandon told himself, but did that mean that he was going to spare Doran?
That he wasn't going to make it so, that the elf who was finally in love and in peace was going to need the ribbon Brandon was clutching?
"What are you doing here?" The goblin's hands were glowing a soft green color.
This was wrong! Brandon jumped to his feet!
Healing mana was golden! Sometimes red, if the healer was giving their own blood to the one in need!
Never green!
