“And stay out!” Throgg said as he slammed the heavy oak door behind him, rattling the cobblestone frame of the door.
“They aren’t staying out.” Elanil slumped down the wall and rested her eyes to the melodious patter of arrows hitting the door. “This is their dungeon, we’re just on the retreat.”
Throgg pretended to ponder the thought for moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he threw down the door’s drawbar. “Impossible. A warrior of the Boar Clans of the Shuuja Hills would never retreat. This area became mine the moment I stepped foot in it, as does any battlefield. Running is something that your kind does.”
“My kind?” Elanil put her daggers away. “You should be happy I was trained better than to stab a human just for their complete ignorance, but you’ve continued to test my limit since the day we met. It was your idea to come running in here. How would it be us who were running away? Malvira, tell this idiot how much of a rambling fool he’s being.”
Malvira, as she always did, said nothing. When Throgg gave the call for them to retreat, she was the first to run away.