With the help of small magics, Therlion overheard the words Robyn said to Turin. Either turn suited him. If he was turned over to the humans as a captive he could get a chance to free the other slaves with his magic, and if he was set free he could do it from a different angle. But the expression on Turin's face warned him of another possibility. A fight, here and now. He has no intention of starting the fight, nor does he have any ambition towards fighting and ending this peacefully, but he was ready for both options.
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