Quinlan watched its light spread across the prisoner's throat, then fade. The Fomorian continued breathing deeply and evenly, his head hanging forward while the artifact struggled to make him submit.
He gave the open door the same indifference.
"Adventurer Black," Quinlan introduced himself. "Drogath's dead."
"Malvek?"
The voice came from deep in that broad chest, rough enough to carry through the cell without being raised.
"Also dead."
Quinlan stepped farther inside. He could see the separate locks now: the plain iron holding the man's limbs to the wall, the runed bands keeping his strength and magic suppressed. The collar continued its futile work between them.
He extended a hand toward the prisoner.
"[Subjugation]."
The spell reached the man and failed to secure even its first hold. Quinlan felt the strength opposing him, an immense resistance against which his attempt broke apart.
[ERROR: Insufficient Subjugation Capacity.]
