Soren snarled and stripped off his shirt. He ripped it into strips, tying Sebastain’s arms behind his back with one. He tied up his ankles with another. The last strip, he tied as a gag in Sebastian’s mouth.

“Now you won’t have to hear him. And if nothing else, it will slow down the amount of air he consumes,” Soren said, tossing Sebastian aside.

He kept muttering through the gag, but I was glad that I couldn’t understand what he was ...