ASS/Say nothing and scowl back at him
From Create Your Own Story
"No, leave him the way he is," Isarik says after a moment. It might slow him down, at least."
"You could always break his other ankle, too," Sevin suggests. You suddenly don't like him very much.
"If tries to get away again, I just might," the incubus says. They leave you beside the fire and go into the kitchen area, sitting at the table while Sevin does something with some herbs. He puts them in a stone bowl and touches a match to the leaves. Leaning into the smoke, Isarik closes his eyes, wincing as Sevin reaches up and puts his fingertips against the bruised flesh on either side of his nose. You draw a sharp breath as Sevin's hands begin to glow with a pale lavender light. He's a mage!
The light fades and he draws back. Isarik reaches up and feels his nose, which is still a little discolored, but it doesn't seem to hurt at all. You consider your throbbing ankle as Sevin begin packing up his magic herbs.
