Hans grimaced. “I really hope you can’t feel this.” A layer of fire appeared around his hand, and he gripped the open wound. The smell of charring flesh filled the air, and Dale had to struggle not to gag. Evan’s stomach rumbled as the aroma reached him. He looked around sheepishly as the others glanced his way. “Right, yeah, well. I have Orc blood in me. It’s not like I’m gonna go take a bite of him. Sheesh, bring me in front of the Protectorate.”
