Ready to go Home?

"Ready to go home?" asked the elf, as she leaned forward, smiling to the dark elf.

The drow muttered something, as she tried to stand up, trying to liberate her legs from the boleadoras.

"What did you say 125?" asked the slave 124, still smiling.

"That's not my home" said with her heavy accented cargassi the drow. "and I have a name."

"Mine is Fluffy! ... Or so I think. Anyway! Let's go back to the camp! You have water and a meal waiting!" she said, as she helped the drow back up.

Quilintha -slave 125-, as she slowly walked back to her slavery, seeing in the distance the dwarves sended to hunt her down, was thinking in her failed escape attemp...

But she sweared, she will escape... once she know more of this enigmatic and dangerous surface.