I don't blame Brudil for dropping the shield. I mean, protective magic or not, seeing your new friend get shot right in front of you will always be a bit of a shock.
Pleht is held in Brudil's clutch, her tearfully looking over him.
Brudil: Speak to me, Pleht!
To her surprise, Pleht's head snaps back up.
Pleht: I'm alrighk...
He beams, pointing to a rock in his teeth as magic swirls around his head.
Pleht: Schee?
The Yellow Slugfolk's jaw drops.
Red Slugfolk: Fret not, dear brother. Look! Your shooting has freed your friend! And I think it's time I give some help of my own.
The Red Slugfolk looks at her sword with a malicious grin.
51 – Bite the Bullet
