“We’ll get to that band once food’s over with, have no fear. You’ll be total rid of that thing before sunrise as I promised.” Nodding, he ate another large bite of the food, not really paying attention to what he was pushing into his mouth. It all tasted excellently to him, so it didn’t really matter. Instead he kept his eyes on Dane, both to make sure that the guy wasn’t going to attack or keel over. The former wasn’t really much of a chance considering how emaciated the man was. The second one was much more likely though.<br/><br/>“The pieces are quite valuable, true, but not for their monetary value. It’s obvious that you ain’t been in contact with the seedier parts of life, darlin’, otherwise you’d know that there are creatures and beings who could use them to gain control over you. Wouldn’t matter where you were, as long as there’s blood on it – and there is on the muzzle – you would be in danger. So the best thing to do is to bury them where no one else can get at them.”<br/><br/>Wyl gestured at the hated metal as he spoke. “That there’s more than just a visible way of controllin’ people. High-elves were nasty like that. If they weren’t apparently extinct there wouldn’t be a thing humans could do to stop them from takin’ over. You’d be squished like a little pimple on a fancy lady’s nose. Splat. Gone. And no one would remember.”<br/><br/>He gestured in the air to illustrate just how splatter-y the splat would be. Because if high-elves returned then they were all pretty much fucked.<br/><br/>“Luckily for you, darlin’, I’m about to head towards the one place no one sane would ever go. I’d be more than willin’ to take your little torture device along and leavin’ it there forever.” Wyl licked his lips from the juices before grinning. “I assume that the Underground Catacombs of the Old City of the High-Elves will be more secure than even the royal treasury.”<br/><br/>The royal treasury was simple to break into. Wyl had been there twice. Once to take something and then to put the same thing back. He had done that just because, and the challenge had been wonderful. Although he supposed that they had updated the security measures since then. Huh. Maybe he should break into the royal treasury again just to see what had changed? It was a nice plan for later on.<br/><br/>If he survived the Underground Catacombs of the Old City of the High-Elves, that was. Their skills in naming things was certainly murderously bad.