It was right about then that the binding took effect, and Balgair blinked as he felt the spike of fear that shot through Heather's body. He turned to find her with her head pressed against the floor as if she were trying to disappear completely.
The source of her fear was standing behind her. The brute looked to be about five and a half feet tall. His grey eyes bored into the woman. "I'm talking to you, Galla1." He poked at her with his right foot.
Balgair quirked a brow as he turned to the brute. "You will stop that." He commented, his voice chilled.
"Or what?" the Brute smirked as he poked at Heather again. "If you wanted to be Traille2, I could have collared you like the Galla you are."
Balgair rose to his full height and eyed the brute. "If you do not stop that, I will make you." He was careful not to make an overt threat, even while hoping the brute would figure it out.
The Brute laughed, "Har, ye're a funny one, stranger." He used a bit more force this time, knocking Heather off…
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