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"I don't like there sis... It's really this necessary?" said Laeh'le, as she walked, trying to not see the dead bodies of the now peaceful battlefield.

"Remember that when in service, I'm not your sister, but Lieutenant Dahl'Arak, Priestess Dahl'Arak"

"Sorry..."

"Also, I called you because I thought it's necessary that you got some real experience, see death and blood, or otherwise you will be only a bookworm... and what kind of drow priestess of Negeé it's ignorant of these things?"

"But..."

"But nothing. As well, we need some additional healers, and that it's the field of your studies. For example, we need to heal some of these prisoners..." said the drow lieutenant, as she walked by over a destroyed barricade, pointing a wounded drow sunner mercenary, from the rival drow city-state of Sia'Peiran.

In the cave where the battle happened, the silence was broken by the moans of the wounded and dying, meanwhile some search squads of Negeémiliel where picking their own falled, weapons and equipment, and sometimes ultimating a dying enemy.

"Open you eyes, learn and become harder, priestess" said the older sister.

"....what will they do with the prisoners?

They...

They are drow like us..."

"Well, as I say, we will heal the ones with lighter wounds, and depend of them if they are flexible enough to become mercenaries for us, or end as slaves or sacrifices"

"Sacrifices!?" said shocked Laeh'le.

"See what I say? You need some field experience, girl!!"

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Edit 07.02.2016: Added details, shadows and lights!