"What do you think your doing?" Riverwind demanded from the red-robed mage bent over the inert form of Goldmoon.
Raistlin turned. Regarding the plainsman with a sneer. "I was trying to determined if she lived or not. But it appears she still is still with us." The mage purposely walked toward the warrior to make the man step out of his way, but Riverwind held his ground. Placing his hand on his sword.
"What did you do to her?" the plainsman demanded.
"If I was to do anything to her she would not be alive I can assure you of that." Raistlin whispered staring at Riverwind with hourglass eyes. The tension brakes as Riverwind screams in rage and Raistlin begins to whisper...