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Taronan glanced sideways at the argonian and laughed, before turning to his men.

"I have an Orc to fetch, gentlemen. I want you 4 to take care of the reptile," He whispered. "Make sure he never raises his rebellious voice again. Break bones and tear muscles if you have to. Hell, if you have to kill him, I'll sweep him under the rug."

With that, Taronan left. His men stayed behind, however, grinning from ear to ear and cracking their knuckles.

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Taronan marched through the former market square and up to the building that was formerly an alchemist station. Now, it was just another cell.

He banged on the iron bars. "Orc! Get up! I got an assignment for you."

From inside, there came a short mumble that sounded like a reply, followed by some sort of stick of staff being forced into the ground again and again in rythm. Eventually, the single occupant came up to the door with a heavy sigh. "Another prisoner is near death from your hands, I presume?"

"She's got 3 minutes to live, I reckon," Taronan shrugged. "Now chop chop, Orc."

The Orc in question was rather small for her race. She looked to be under 6 feet, and her age was displayed in the creases and wrinkles on her forehead and cheeks. Her hair was white and tighthly braided into a pony tail that reached down to her lower back.

She looked up at him with a distasteful glare, but said nothing, and followed him to the cells...

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"El, stay with me!" Athorian said, his hands tembling as he tried to stop the bleeding. He stopped to check his hands, and his heart sank as they were coated with blood. "No, no... El!"