As I breathe in humid air, I feel a sharp point poke into my throat. Opening my eyes I see a young elf girl on top of me. I attempt to grab her, but my arms are yanked back.
“Na ah ah, you aren’t going anywhere, Shemlin.”
I continue to yank at the chains constricting me. Before I break free, the elf drives the small sword through my arm. I grit my teeth as she drives it deeper.
“Man, you’re no fun!”
I look up at her, staring her in the eyes. I lean in closer to her, spiting in her face.
“Nala thachi benian!”
She looks at me with a surprised look on her face. She whips the spit off her face, putting it on my chest.
“Look at that, a Shemlin who knows God Tongue.”
She rest her hand on my throat, applying a bit of pressure. She leans into me biting the tip of my ear. She begins to whisper.
“Tinalu bechua tlani.”