Phynne waved the wand in his right hand and threw some red dust into the doorway. Initially the dust sparkled in the frame of the opening to the cell, but soon the particles fell onto Ravenna’s side of the portal. The larger character pulled a well-made short sword from a sheath in his side and stepped gingerly into the room. The second kept the wand pointed toward Ravenna and walked behind his comrade.
“I’ll skewer you if you don’t cooperate. I know you are a witch! We learned of your skills when you attacked us. Why don’t you show the wear of the seasons that you have been here? How do you do Magick without a wand? Answer!” Centurion Orylan said impatiently.
“Slow down! I’ve just awakened! You must have poisoned me. I’m helpless. What do you persecute me? The stench of the troglodyte is punishment enough!” Ravenna protested.
The robed creature asked, “You must be a leader in your land. We are a people in duress. We have simple needs and want only to engage in trade with your people.”
“Right! We saw what you did in two wars. I saw your actions with my own eyes! I saw my comrades fall before you. I turned your devices against your allies. My people are strong. They will resist you!” the elf answered.
Ravenna loosened the ropes but kept her hands behind her back.
“We have been kind to you. The troglodytes stare into your cell and drool. Perhaps we should start allowing them to spend some quality time within your cell. Their hatred for you is obvious,” Orylan chided.
“Perhaps you should!” Ravenna shouted. “Now!”
At her command the troglodyte attacked the larger armored Greelve.
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