The Orchard falls silent as the glitter dust leaves a shiny coating on the trees and the stones around you. The image of the hag dissipates into thin air as Nora begins to regain her strength. Although the magic was illusory in nature the draining effects of of the ray had felt so very real and lingered in her bones. The goblins looked more than a little worse for wear after the barrage of mental attacks both magical and through sheer terror from the parties methods of intimidation. There they sat still tied to the tree, eyes with dilated pupils and jaws gaping wide with drools spilling from the side. Were they even conscious? Better yet, were they even alive?