"The trap's not going to last forever," Lambert warns, frowning. The beast remains docile for now, but who knows how long that's going to last, either? His medallion's tugging at his neck, humming against his skin, and he grits his teeth, trying to think it through.

"Whatever it is, it's strong stuff. Could be a compulsion, an illusion, or an enchantment ... unless you know a spell to talk to beasts, we're going to need some other way to figure that out."