Knock Knock Who's there?

After sleeping in the hard ground, chained under the carts and wagons for months, when the drows where moved by their owners into the cart full of pillows and cushions dedicated to the half-elf concubine importated by Wrall & Son Stone Trade Company for a noble High Elf of Thilien, the drows liked the change...

And even if Quilintha was suspecting of it, it was much better than to sleep on the dirt.

Ivoÿn, who was sure of her deal with Mr. Wrall (son) didn't questionated the chains, but she asked that they moved along with them slave Nr. 124.

After the time together, the drows seemed to like her, specially Ivoÿn, and she think that it was a way of thanking her for all her help...

Finally, after crossing most of Zarhuy from North to South, and leaving the plains of Antor with their dangers behing, entering in the High elven lands of Thilien, the trio of drows was told to sleep well because it was going to be an important day tomorrow.

Despite Quilintha's suspicions, the occupants of the cart fell asleep quickly among the cushions and pillows...

Exception being made for "Fluffy": She never in her live sleeped in such soft bed, and was being hard for her to sleep, as she moved between the pillows...

then she eared something...

What was that?

She tried to remember... animals moving... what was that smell?

She remembered it from somewhere...
She eared then some heavy foots walking, near the cart, trying to be in silence...

She eared then the sound of a weapon coming out of his shiver, and she smelled blood, recently spilled.

She was fully alert now: and in silence, tried to awake her companions of the cart.

"What's happening Fluffy?" said, half-asleep, Ivoÿn.

Fluffy put her finger in front of her lips.

Ivoÿn didn't eared anything.

"Is nothing"

"Shh!"

Milvais and Quilintha awakened then, for the movements of the chain that pulled the irons in their necks due Fluffy trying to see between the bars of the wagon.

And then, suddendly, a torch passed flying in front of the window, hitting the canvas cover of a wagon, and in an instant, the air was full with battlecries, roars and howlings of Wargs.

It followed then the confused yelling of terrified slaves, and some recently awakened dwarves trying to organizate the defense of the Caravan.

"What's Happening?!!!" Yelled then, histerical, the half-elf concubine, only now awaken, and she began to cry in a high pitched tone.

"What is happening outside?" said as well Milvais, trying to see between the bars.

"A battle!" said Quilintha "Somebody is attacking the caravan!"

The plains of Antor where left behind... they where now in safety, in civilized lands, in Thilien... who will be attacking there?

"Quilintha! Quick! Break the chains!" ordered then Ivoÿn

"What?"

"You know how to pic these things. You have done before! Quick!"

"I don't break the chains! I pic the looks of our irons!"

"It doesn't matter! Now! We have to get free!" said Ivoÿn... the danger had awakened her memories as corporal acolyte of Negeé, and even if she was never a good one, she knew that they had to be free from the chains for any motive...

Surely, the escorts from the Caravan, as they arrived to Thilien, relaxed and thinked they where safe from the dangers of Antor, and reduced the guards and the level of alert... and somebody awaited until that moment to attack.

Suddendly, the wagon shackened.

"What?!"

Again.

Somebody was trying to enter in the wagon, and everytime they hitted the door of the cart, also locked from outside, the whole wagon jumped.

They knocked the door for a third time.

"QUILINTHA! NOW!"

"I'm TRYING!!" said desesperated Quilintha to Ivoÿn.

The door was hitted again, and this time the door jumped off from its hinges...

Now the slaves of the cart where panicking... the drows may be trained acolytes, but chained to the cart, little they can do...

The door as then pulled away from the cart by an invisible hand, and then, the curtains covering the door where torned...

And a big brute, with a giant weapon and covered in blood, stepped into the cart, and his small eyes, glowing with the reflection of the fires from outside, screened the terrified elven women...
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"Knock Knock."

"Who's there?"

"An Orc that come to eat your bones!"

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