by Inspector_Javert » Mon Mar 28, 2016 6:02 am
Aaffaron
With a quick word of Latin, he threw the conjured net over Charlie, pinning him to the ground. The youth thrashed under it, desperate to be free.
"Somnum"
He called from a distance. Charlie seemed to go limp, collapsing beneath the net. Aaffaron approached slowly, checking that the shadow hunter was fully under his sleeping spell. He took the knife from his hand and pushed it into his pocket.
"Are you alright?"
He turned to look at Magdelena
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