Chapter 30: Pain, Part 3
Alrin shuddered, not needing to be reminded about the growing part. Magic added the mass, a complicated shifter-magic that no one completely understood though they never stopped trying, but it was not a painless process. Alrin just knew he could happily go the rest of his life without ever having to do it againand that he would probably be doing it again tomorrow or the day after that because he was an asset not to be wasted.
"Help him back to camp," Telmé ordered, motioning one of the Paladins forward. "If he keeps trying to work, don't hesitate to tie him down." He cuffed Alrin lightly when he tried to protest. "How many times must we have this argument? Do as I say."
Making a face, Alrin let the Paladin lead him away, determined to ignore the order if he must. The Princes of the Blood held rank on the battlefield, but that did not mean they could run roughshod all the time, and Alrin's men came first.