I tried to summon up some fear, to shake off the effect. A tiny part of me recognized that the dragon was using magic to mess up my emotions, and was angry. But it was a distant voice, shouting a warning from far away. It was all I could do to glance over at Rafael, to see that he too had lowered his weapon. If I hadn’t been feeling so good, I would have cried to see my powerful half-ork friend reduced to a complacent piece of prey, just waiting to be eaten.