[The woman watches his efforts without so much as batting an eye; she does not appear threatened, only bemused as Godfrey struggles to fight against the force of her spell. She appears untouched by Gale's anger, as well; she walks past him without so much as acknowledging his rage, her every movement fluid and made with purpose, coming to a full stop a few feet in front of their captive. She lifts a hand and gives a twist of her wrist; the moment she does so, Godfrey can feel his own throat tightening, constricting as she limits the airflow to his lungs.]
"It's almost endearing, really, your determination to try. Don't over-exert yourself. I have great plans for you."
[Behind her, Gale grits his teeth before taking a few steps forward, uncertain of what she may pull, uncomfortable with just how close she is to Godfrey. All those years ago, this was exactly what he'd wanted to avoid.]
Mystra—
[He says her name in a warning tone, but she cuts him off before he can say more, laughing as she looks back over her shoulder.]
"You should be thanking me. I intend to let you keep him as a pet. I could have easily flayed him alive, but I thought even you deserve a little something now and then."
[Her gaze turns back to Godfrey, cold and haughty, a cruel smile turning her lips upwards.]
"Your pretty words are useless against me. Who do you think you're dealing with, my husband?"
[Gale's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists. No matter how angry she made him, neither he nor Godfrey would benefit from his lashing out without thought.]
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"It's almost endearing, really, your determination to try. Don't over-exert yourself. I have great plans for you."
[Behind her, Gale grits his teeth before taking a few steps forward, uncertain of what she may pull, uncomfortable with just how close she is to Godfrey. All those years ago, this was exactly what he'd wanted to avoid.]
Mystra—
[He says her name in a warning tone, but she cuts him off before he can say more, laughing as she looks back over her shoulder.]
"You should be thanking me. I intend to let you keep him as a pet. I could have easily flayed him alive, but I thought even you deserve a little something now and then."
[Her gaze turns back to Godfrey, cold and haughty, a cruel smile turning her lips upwards.]
"Your pretty words are useless against me. Who do you think you're dealing with, my husband?"
[Gale's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists. No matter how angry she made him, neither he nor Godfrey would benefit from his lashing out without thought.]