Barbanril's POV:
I stared with satisfaction and some horror at the limp body of the young
elven girl
slumped on the floor next to me. With a rather strong feeling of guilt, I
bent over her
body and examined her hand; it was severely damaged, as basically all the
main blood
veins had been destroyed, and was hanging loosely from her wrist. The
girl's face was
ashen and as I touched her hand she moaned in pain.
I gulped (AN: I wanted to write swallowed but my friend convinced me to say gulped- dwarves don't swallow!) anxiously. How was I going to explain this to Nargadorgar?!?!?
He might not really like the fact that I mutilated his little slave. I had better find a way to explain this to Nargadorgar.
Narg's POV: I had just prevented Barb from hitting the little slave of mine, but there was no doubt he'd do it again... How was I supposed to explain to him that I needed her in good condition to be able to sell her to that nice little slave-store in Dunland-I could probably get as much as 2000 gold coins for a young elf in good health...
A piercing shriek from the room I had just left cut off my thoughts. I skidded around and ran to the direction of the scream.
When I arrived, a horrible sight met my eyes. Barbanril stood over the body of my young slave who was lying in a pool of her own blood; her wrist mutilated and blood gushing from it.
When Barbanil saw me approach him, he stood up quickly and muttered, "My lord!! She tried to commit suicide by slitting her wrist and I only saw just in time to stop her from bashing her own head in!! It wasn't my fault, my lord, I did my best.."
I picked the time to erupt. "HOW DARE YOU!!!!!" I roared with anger. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT GIRL WAS WORTH TO ME??!!?!?!?!?! A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD ELF IS WORTH AS MUCH AS 2000 GOLD COINS!!! ROOOOOOAAAAAAR!!!!!!" And with that final war-cry, I flung my axe at his head and watched happily as his blood added to my slave's. With a cry of anguish, he fell to the floor and was no more.
I gulped (AN: I wanted to write swallowed but my friend convinced me to say gulped- dwarves don't swallow!) anxiously. How was I going to explain this to Nargadorgar?!?!?
He might not really like the fact that I mutilated his little slave. I had better find a way to explain this to Nargadorgar.
Narg's POV: I had just prevented Barb from hitting the little slave of mine, but there was no doubt he'd do it again... How was I supposed to explain to him that I needed her in good condition to be able to sell her to that nice little slave-store in Dunland-I could probably get as much as 2000 gold coins for a young elf in good health...
A piercing shriek from the room I had just left cut off my thoughts. I skidded around and ran to the direction of the scream.
When I arrived, a horrible sight met my eyes. Barbanril stood over the body of my young slave who was lying in a pool of her own blood; her wrist mutilated and blood gushing from it.
When Barbanil saw me approach him, he stood up quickly and muttered, "My lord!! She tried to commit suicide by slitting her wrist and I only saw just in time to stop her from bashing her own head in!! It wasn't my fault, my lord, I did my best.."
I picked the time to erupt. "HOW DARE YOU!!!!!" I roared with anger. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT GIRL WAS WORTH TO ME??!!?!?!?!?! A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD ELF IS WORTH AS MUCH AS 2000 GOLD COINS!!! ROOOOOOAAAAAAR!!!!!!" And with that final war-cry, I flung my axe at his head and watched happily as his blood added to my slave's. With a cry of anguish, he fell to the floor and was no more.