<b>What had happened? Allassiel listened to the jangling sound of the warg's bridle as she attempted to sort out the scene in her head. Thorgan's challenge. The morgul blade. Her warning shout. The attack – she should have expected it, it was a common tactic that she'd seen before. The dart. <br/>
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The dart had done something to her. She could feel every bump and yet she couldn't move. She focused on her hand, trying to force it to do something – twitch, close, anything. Nothing. She'd heard of such poisons but had never seen one used. <br/>
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A litany of curses crossed her mind, ones she was fully intending to heap on Rakothûrz's head at the first opportunity. When would that be? And where was she being taken? She couldn't turn her head to see. As soon as she was able to move, the first thing she was going to do was kill the orc that had done this. Then, she'd deal with Rakothûrz and his treachery. Where had he gotten that blade? Not that it mattered, he had it. Had she warned Thorgan in time? She'd lost track of him in the fight. If he'd been killed … <br/>
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The light she could see from her half closed eyes faded, turning into gloomy darkness as she felt the air change around her. Cold, dry, the wargs steps echoing a hollow pattern on what sounded like stone. Underground. <br/>
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But where?</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Pegawen heard the horns cry out once more and struggled of the bench she'd laid on. Racing to the door she flung it open to find the two men that had brought her to this room standing poised outside. As the saw her, the closer of the two put his hand out. “Stay inside,” he instructed.</b><br/><br/>“<b>What's going on?” She could hear the distant sound of fighting, muffled by thick stone walls. “I need to get out here.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>You need to stay safe,” he started, but Pegawen had squeezed past him and was racing towards the sound. With a shout to stop, the guards followed after her. <br/>
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The noise was louder outside, the sounds reminiscent of battles she'd heard in the past. Battles she'd rather have forgotten. She weaved her way through the crowd still inside, the two men following close behind her. “Lothern, Allassiel … where are they?” She searched the faces, but didn't see either. Nor was there any sign of Thorgan. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Healer!” Someone called out, and Pegawen turned to see a dwarf coming towards them. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>This one was ordered to rest,” The soldier standing behind her glared down at the dwarf. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>It's fine,” Pegawen shook her head. “Where to Master Dwarf?” When he motioned, she followed, the guard grumbling as he fell into step behind her and was soon busy once more tending the wounded.</b>