Max sighed and placed a hand on his necklace.
A glow ran through the jewel, and two magical circles appeared on the floor.
From them emerged two skeletal knights.
They stood motionless, awaiting orders.
Max pointed at the drow trapped between roots and moss.
"Pick her up."
The two knights obeyed immediately.
One grabbed her beneath the arms.
The other took her by the legs.
Thara grimaced in disgust.
"This is revolting."
The skeletons did not react.
"What is?"
"Being touched by these soulless bones."
Max looked at her with a serious expression.
"If you don't like it, I can ask Dorian to carry you."
Thara turned her head.
The elf was standing several meters behind them.
At that exact moment, he was picking his nose while staring at the ceiling.
"Huh?"
Dorian blinked.
"Did someone call me?"
Max pointed at the drow.
"She says she doesn't want the skeletons carrying her."
Dorian smiled.
"I wouldn't mind carrying her."
Thara stared at him for a few seconds.
