Conleth rolled out from Fodbgen’s grip and made several almost inaudible noises of complaint as the swords at his hips smacked against his knees. Not so much the pain of flat metal against bony joint as much as the humiliation of it and the entire circumstance.
He had barely gotten onto one foot when Tebor suddenly reasserted himself and made Conleth doubt his previous enthusiasm at his presence.
“Would you-” He held a palm out in irritation, trying to find a nonverbal way to tell the eloquent Tebor to go jump in a lake. A deep lake. Preferably with very heavy shoes on.
And then the hand he stretched outwards started glowing.
The humming started to really affect his nerves. Going from one internal and undefinable force to another without any explanation or time to catch his breath was already scary the last four times it happened - once with the string, then with the voice, then with the two voices, and lastly with the time-stopping ground-shaking sky-tearing soul-wrenching end of the world.
As Conleth drew his open palm back towards his body, gazing at the unnatural and ethereal symbols surrounding it, he felt his mind begin to go numb. Not very much, but just enough that he could tell it was happening. This was all too much. Too, too much, and the humming was getting louder.
No, not louder. More. The humming wasn’t just a sound anymore, he… He was a conduit for it. He would’ve dwelled more on the mater had he not felt his acuity succumbing to the constant force in real time.
Tebor’s approaching the vines brought them to his attention, as they parted as if expecting him. He glanced around the delicate room for some sign of Fodbgen’s cane, as he suspected the blind guy would not leave the cavern without it.