Eliron was sitting on a tree stump, his arms crossed, and his feet tapping impatiently as the Dullahan dropped Baldwin in front of him.
His legs had been chopped up, and although he was not very strong, Baldwin was still a warrior, he would not die so easily.
He pushed himself to a sitting position, shifting back until his body met the leg of the Dullahan. He did not raise his gaze to look, instead, he stared at Eliron with intensity in his eyes.
"A-are you working for them too? Are you working for the undead?"
Eliron frowned. "Of course not—"
"Then how?!" He yelled. "How did you get the Dullahan to do your bidding??"
Eliron thought back to the day it happened. After the prince had told him all about Baldwin, he dismissed the illusion spell and told the Dullahan all he had said while in the trance.
