Feral sat in her nice, large, and lushly furnished Commander's tent, mulling over the words spoken and unspoken during her interview with the Golden General. Looking back over the woman's answers to Feral's questions, Feral came to the conclusion that Laurana must be go senile. Most of Laurana's answers did not make sense when coupled with the questions that Feral had asked.
Hesra burst in, proudly displaying his new Second-In-Command badge that represented his recent promotion due to the untimely death of the old SIC. The old SIC had probably been killed in a brawl over a human wench. Oh well. No loss there.
"Feral, please, come quick! The prisoner had disappeared!"
"Fitr!" Feral followed Hesra out of her tent. Upon entering the prison tent, Feral saw only a small girl-child and looked at Hesra.
"This is all we found upon discovering that the prisoner had gone."
"Leave us!"
Hesra left, eager to be away from Feral in her P.O'd mood. He stood dutifully outside the tent, ensuring that no one entered the tent.
Feral, inside the tent, began to question the girl-child.
"How did you come to be here, little one?"
There was a slight pause, during which the child took her thumb out of her mouth.
"Shiny pointy-ear tell me quiet and listen. Then pointy-ear waves hands at me, and tell me in funny voice to wash hands in river so that dracos c-cap-ture me. Then he say to pre-tend? to be Golden General to fool dracos into not play badly with great shiny city over there points toward Palanthas and now me see pretty draco lady in front of me." The child stuck her thumb back into her mouth.
"I see." Feral exited the tent, and told Hesra to make sure that the child was treated as though she was his own. Hesra nodded and went inside to play with the child.
Feral transported herself into her tent and started to finalize her plans for the attack on Palanthas.
)O(
"Fitr!" is a draconian curse that I refuse to translate for my readers.