Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160512214706/@comment-25606723-20160517173257

The medic treats whatever wounds he has. His food is brought to him. It is hot, and obviously fresh-made. Two elves come in with the food. One is female, and is wearing tight-fitting, flexible, black assassin's armor. She wears two daggers openly. Her hair is black, as opposed to the others who have white hair. Her skin is grey and on the surface seems unscarred, which is surprising considering the others in the room. Her eyes are flaming orange. Her companion is a tall, broad chested elf with almost ebony skin and deep reddish brown eyes. His hair is grey-white. His face is horribly scarred. He carries a great double-bladed war axe with a cruel hooked point. He wears black plate armor and ebon chain mail, the first elf you've seen wearing plate. He also wears a dagger openly. The female walks toward the man. "Please cooperate. It will make all of our lives so much easier. Who did you say was torturing you?" The elf with the axe stands off in a corner of the room and studies the man's face intently.