Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180629182915/@comment-7262318-20180704153128

"Would you please shut up?" Xavier asked the wood elf.

"Alrighty then... Let's go cause some trouble,"

Goriyn lead the group to the same sewer hole that Suba had gone down, and it had not been cleaned up in that short time. It still reeked of the dead's stench and was littered with discarded, horribly mangled mutated bodies. It confirmed, at least, that the source of the mutated creatures was, in fact, the Thalmor.

"Gods, the stench... I might get sick," Baros complained.

When she got inside, she could see a multitude of tables aligned with various books and surgical instruments. Inside a rather large cage, chained to the wall by his arms, torso, legs, and even his neck, was the Dark Elf prisoner that she had been searching for. His hair was unkepy and drooping over his eyes. His body, as she could see in the light of the torches, had been through quite a lot. Horrid scars and stitch-work decorated his abdomen. He was slumped over, only being held up by the chains.

"You're... lying..." The Dark Elf spoke, his voice cracked and feeble. He appeared to be no older than Kazrris.

"No, it's true. We're letting you run free today. If you do a good job, we'll never have to stick you in this prison again. That sound fair?"

"What's... the catch?..."

"Oh, no catch. You have an assignment," Kaelmun said. "Mr. Boa is not going quietly. He refuses to relinquish control of his New Rose to me... And I cannot have the prisoners ordering around the Warden. You understand, right?"

"I'm not killing.... not... for you..."

"Oh, you won't," He grinned wickedly. "I need the other side of the coin to agree with me."

"He's not coming..." The Dark Elf said.

"Oh, Vordel, you used to be so easy to talk to. This new rebellious nature of yours is quite irksome," Kaelmun sighed. "But no matter. Rothan! Fetch your tools..."

The High Elf went to collect his things. "Vordel... this stops when you simply let me talk to Xiv."

(PIE INCOMIIIIING)