"So... what are we supposed to do with him?" Soren asked, staring at the captured elven assassin.

"Well, Dad said not to kill him, not to let him escape, and absolutely no using him for dark magic."

"That last one was aimed at you, huh?"

"Yep."

"I say we give him a few of these." Soren mimed an exaggerated stabbing motion, throwing in a dramatic flourish for effect.

“I don’t think Dad would like that either…”