Alright. Sorry, for like the billionth time, for the delay in update. Been playing WoW a lot and my fanfiction kind of takes a back seat to lvling and gearing my characters lol. Anyway, I decided it was time to get back into this, so here you go.

She waited for what seemed like hours, making sure no one else was going to be coming down into the dungeons, before she began to grind the small bone against the rough bars of her cell. She carefully carved it down into a sharp, slightly flattened shape, then made her way over to the cell door. She began to work the lock carefully, using only her touch and hearing to determine which way to turn the bone until, finally, she heard the lock snap open. She breathed a sigh of relief and adorned a small smile before slowly easing open the heavy door, trying to make as least noise as possible. She began up the stairs slowly, attempting to recall the layout of the parts of the Citadel she had seen, and devise a plan accordingly. As soon as she felt the magic wards of the cellar lift, she stealthed, pausing at the door and holding her breath as she listened for any sign of guards. When she was sufficiently satisfied, she worked the lock of the heavy door with the same pick she had used to escape her cell. She opened the door only enough to squeeze through, in case someone were to walk past and notice the door to the cellar open, all efforts would have been for nothing.

It didn't take long of wandering the Citadel's many halls for her to finally admit she had no idea where she was going, but she had come too far to simply turn back. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard footsteps, and quickly pressed her back against the wall, waiting. She wasn't sure what room she had come into, but there were many doorways and halls branching from it. Thought she was glad for the multiple escape routes, the echo it caused was confusing. The footsteps could have been coming from any direction, so she decided it best to stay as still as possible. She mentally cursed when it was Drakkon, himself, that entered, Though it was far too dark in the room to see his face, the eerie glint of that menacing metal arm was what gave away his identity. Then, light erupted in the room as he cast a fire spell. Tsage flinched, tensing her muscles and anticipating pain. The spell, however, had not hit her. It flew directly beside her, however, to the fireplace she was standing next to, creating an instant blaze.

Drakkon continued across the room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the fire and drinking from a long necked bottle of, what she guessed to be, wine. She stayed still, knowing full well he would likely pick up on her presence if she were to move. Something about him was different from the other times she had seen him. He looked sad, alone.. Weak and slightly broken looking, even. She stood there for quite a while before she finally worked up the nerve to attempt to move. He didn't seem like he was planning on leaving the room any time soon, and, in her weakened state, her legs would give out eventually. She tested her ground by moving an arm. When he didn't respond, she attempted moving the other. Feeling more confident, she took a step to the side, keeping her eyes on him. However, her downfall was not watching where she stepped, and subsequently knocked over a small weapons rack that clattered to the ground loudly.

Drakkon was on his feet in an instant, and immediately created a large arcane bubble that moved through the area, there was no escaping it. As the spell hit her, it knocked away her camouflage and she gasped. There was no mistaking the outrage on Drakkon's face when he saw her. She went on instinct alone, snatching up one of the fallen weapons and making a mad dash for the nearest exit. The wind was nearly knocked out of her and she was barely able to keep a hold of her newly acquired weapon as the bright violet and black magic strings of a deathgrip closed around her waist and yacked her backwards. She twisted around, swinging as she neared him. Drakkon easily blocked it, using his metal arm. She quickly withdrew the weapon to swing again, but he simply grabbed a hold of the blade and tore it from her hands. The commotion, much to her displeasure, was starting to draw out the death knights. As Drakkon tossed aside her weapon, she tried to run again. The knights quickly blocked the exits, however, and she looked around, wide eyed and frightened. It was like she was a lone mouse in a room filled with feral cats. As they closed in on her, a sudden gasp and shriek sounded through the room.

"Don't hurt her!" Valeah called as she quickly darted around the knights to stand in front of Tsage.

"Val, move." Drakkon ordered, glare locked on Tsage. Valeah shook her head no, and he looked to her.

"She saved my life." Valeah said. "You can't kill her. Please.."

"Take the rougue back to the dungeons. And guard the damn doors, this time!" Drakkon shot, and a few knights moved forward to snatch Tsage's arms and take her back to the cellar. Drakkon looked back to Valeah, who was watching after the knights to make sure Tsage didn't get hurt. "If she tries to escape again, I'll be left with no choice." He said, and Valeah gave a small nod of understanding.

Everything had been stripped from her cell in an attempt to prevent any further attempts of escape. Even her bedding was taken out, and she was left resorting to sleeping huddled in a corner. Not that the straw had provided much comfort, but it at least trapped enough of her body heat to make sleeping bearable. The footsteps woke her easily, and she jumped to her feet, moving to the back of the cell. She relaxed slightly when it was Wolfe that came into view. Something about the paladin was calming.

"I heard about your stunt last night." He spoke, leaning against the cell. Tsage nodded, moving away from the wall to stand beside him. "A bone, eh? That;s pretty creative." He smiled.

"You'd be the only one to think so." She replied.

"How would you like to get out of here for a while?" Wolfe asked, immediately gaining Tsage's full attention.

"To do what?" She asked, both concerned and excited at the suggestion.

"To prove yourself." He said simply as he unlocked and opened her cell to hand her the armor and daggers she had been stripped of when she had first arrived at the Citadel. Tsage, although a bit wary, pulled the armor on and hooked her daggers to her belt before following Wolfe up the stairs. She studied her surroundings immensely as they walked, taking in every detail and creating a map inside her mind. He lead her through a few halls and then into a rather large, extravagant room packed with death knights. Tsage was so focused on watching for any signs of attack that she ran into Wolfe as he stopped before her. She quickly took a few steps back and looked to him in question.

"Ready?" Wolfe asked, taking a large, rather menacing looking mace and giving her a smirk.

"What?" She gasped.

"Don't worry, I won't reallt hurt you. I just want to see what kind of potential you have." He chuckled. By now, many of the death knights were watching in curiosity. It appeared that they weren't a threat while Wolfe was there, however, so Tsage took her blades in hand and gave a small nod before seeming to disappear completely. Wolfe, who had been anticipating this, sent a spell that crawled over the ground around him. Tsage had moved away, however, and wasn't hit by it, and simply circled the blood elf just outside of the spell's range. The second the spell vanished, she ran forward. Wolfe spun instantly, using the handle of his mace to block her blades.

In a flash, Tsage spun and brought her leg to collide with the back of his knees, causing him to fall. She attempted to pin him, but he rolled out of the way and back onto his feet, taking a swing with his mace that she was barely able to dodge in time. As she came at him again, he snatched her wrists in one hand, preventing the attack. She jumped up, kicking Wolfe back with both feet and , as he was forced to release her, she flipped backwards and landed nimbly on her feet. Without hesitation, she ran at him directly after landing. Wolfe blacked the daggers, again. This time, using his plated bracers before swinging his mace again. Still a bit dazed from his block, she wouldn't have been able to dodge the heavy weapon in time. Thankfully, she didn't have to. A large bolt of ice hit the mace and knocked it off course.

"What the hell are you doing?" Drakkon demanded, and both Wolfe and Tsage looked over to see Drakkon glaring at Wolfe as he approached.

"I was dueling, before you came along." Wolfe sighed, obviously unphased by his brother's apparent anger.

"You took her from the dungeons and gave her weapons and it was just last night that she tried to escape... Are you insane?" Drakkon snarled.

"I thought insanity was your forte. I wouldn't want to intrude." Wolfe began jokingly, only making Drakkon's glare worsen. "I wanted to see how good of a fighter she was. I thought she may want to opt out of being a prisoner to join us."

"I.." Tsage began, but faltered as the brothers looked to her. "Would like that." She said. "More than the dungeons."

"You see?" Wolfe said, gaining back Drakkon's attention. "And, I think she has the potential to-"

"You have no idea what you're talking about. There's no use in judging her strength on someone who has no intention on actually harming her." Drakkon paused, looking over to Tsage for a second. "Tonik." He called.

"Yes, M'lord." Tonik replied, stepping forward with a smirk.

"Give her a challenge." Drakkon ordered, and Tonik nodded as she unsheathed two swords.

"My pleasure." She rushed forward, blades raised, and came at Tsage full force. Her attacks were much more quick and precise than Wolfe's had been. Tsage ducked and dodged, taking a minute to gauge her opponent. The, Tsage ducked, rolled, and disappeared again. Tonik didn't wait as Wolfe had. Instead, she began to swing the swords into the empty air around her, attempting to hit the rogue by chance. Luck was on the death knight's side as one of the blades sliced into Tsage's arm.

She hissed in pain as she was revealed, and Tonik quickly swung again. Tsage dodged just in time, and swung her own blade at the knight. It vut into Tonik's cheek, but she didn't even flinch. She simply spun quickly and brought her elbow to Tsage's face, causing her to fall backwards to the floor. Tsage cursed loudly at the pain, and rolled out of the way just as Tonik brought her blades down. Tsage jumped back to her feet and made a dash away, attempting to gain some distance from the knight to stealth again. Tonik swiftly dropped one sword to deathgrip the rogue back and swung the remaining sword. It cut into Tsage's side as she tried to dodge, and she grit her teeth. Tonik stomped a foot onto her fallen blade, and it was sent into the air. She snatched it in mid-air and started at Tsage again. This time, Tsage blocked it with her own blades, pushing Tonik's aside in an attempt to plunge her own forward. Tonik growled and kicked Tsage in the stomach, making her fall to the floor again. Then, Tonik slammed a foot onto Tsage's chest to keep her pinned and held one of her swords pointed at the rogue's neck.

"Dead or alive?" Tonik asked, keeping her eyes glued to Tsage.

"Alive." Drakkon answered, and Tonik obediently moved her sword. Tsage stayed on the ground for a bit, catching her breath, before looking up at the death knight as she held out a hand. As Tsage cautiously took it,Tonik pulled her forward and back onto her feet.

"Well?" Wolfe asked, looking to his brother.

"Keep an eye on her." Drakkon answered. "When she isn't training she is not to have weapons or armor and she will work as one of the servants." Wolfe looked to Tsage, then gave a nod of agreement.

"Alright. I'll find her a spare room." Wolfe smiled.