At that revelation, the two priestesses froze up. Their eyes bulged, and their swords shook violently. One fell back against the bed, her knees giving out as it knocked against the mattress.
"Where is the artifact?" I asked, making my voice as authoritative as I could.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" the one who hadn't fallen cried.
Her eyes darted to the small dresser beside the bed, then back at me. I sighed and waved my hand, soul casting a spell.
"Binding Winds."
Powerful wind currents wound around the girls, binding their arms to their sides. Their blades clattered the ground as I motioned up, lifting them into the air.
Fable lowered himself, allowing me to slip from his back. The dresser was enchanted by a fifth-level enchantment. I shook my head, muttering to myself. I probably should have assumed it was in there, even without the hints.
"Dispel Magic."
