Seventy Six

Thane nodded thoughtfully, but hardly seemed convinced, "How?" he asked, and Yannick grinned brightly. "Well, the thing is, that this Fearmonger is something of a Royal witch speciality," he began, "They were the only ones who could summon or control them. And control them they truly can." He paused, looking satisfied as he watched our uncertain reactions, "Just so happens, I've got exactly one of those. Well trained, too, now that she's broken in.."

Thane cut him off with a raised hand, "No," he said sharply, and Yannick raised an eyebrow, laughing as though he were being ridiculous. "No?!" he repeated in disbelief, "Are you in your right mind?" Thane only stared at him, his face hard and serious. "We've no wish to use your 'broken in' witch," he said angrily, "I hate to even think what that term implies. We don't keep slaves of any kind here, or support those who do."

Yannick's face grew darker as Thane continued, clearly taking offense to his words. He scoffed derisively, "I gues