When eight crossbows, evidently coated with poison, were aimed at Lynch, he felt uneasy. Even knowing that these things could never truly harm him and that they would be deflected away by certain defensive spells, never getting near his skin, the mage still found it discomforting.
Behind him, the fallen former thief leader—no matter what, the guy in front didn't seem ready to let him go—writhed continuously on the ground, making muffled sounds from his throat. Even if he scratched his throat with all his might, he couldn't break the silence spell cast by Lynch, so he couldn't cry out any pleas or defenses. Being unable to express oneself when one's life hangs by a thread is undoubtedly the most painful experience.
