Nzada scratches and picks at the binding runes branded into her skin Tell you what, Human. She spits out the word as though she can taste it You release me willingly, and I'll consider letting you live after. She growls, gnashing her teeth as the control runes keep her from drawing her wicked, serrated blade on you I may be controlled by your hexes now, but when I break free, I'll gut you like the damned sheep you are. She snarls and glares at you, her blood-red eyes blazing with rage