I dug through my backpack, pushing past snacks, a slightly squashed notebook, and an emergency vial of mermaid-grade hair gel before my fingers closed around what I was looking for—the enchanted rope Agnos and I bought back in Dwarftopia.
Finally, something I spent money on that wasn't a total scam.
Uncoiling the rope, I crouched beside the unconscious cloaked figure and started tying him up using the knots I'd mastered back in my early internship days—because apparently, in Mythica, knowing how to secure an angry griffin came in handy for hostage situations too.
By the time I finished, he was trussed up tighter than a festival roast.
Satisfied, I hoisted him up, and as I did, the souless orb he had clung to slipped from his grip and tumbled to the ground with a dull clink.
With Heim's help, we dragged the guy over to a nearby cavern wall and propped him against it. I dusted off my hands. "Well, that's handled. Now let's check on Bifang."
