"The guards were first. Two armed naga watched the prisoners. They don't build great things, but they had fashioned carts with cages to carry their prisoners away. The mage struck at dawn, when the air was cold and the cold blooded creatures were sluggish. "The first one he split in two with his sword. Both halves of the snake writhing on the ground. A curse he set upon the second's spear so that it wouldn't leave the naga's hand when it tried to throw it." He grinned and paused for another swig of his drink. The bartender had already set another one next to him. It was yet to be seen whether Fife's nursed drink would have more of an effect than the series of flaggons Raigryn seemed determined to work through. "Even without a weapon a naga is a fearsome creature. Its bite can pierce right through steel," it couldn't, "and their poison can blind you with just a drop." also an exaggeration. "But just as it opened its mouth the cunning mage conjured fire from his bare hands and burned the snake from the inside out!"