Drett walked into the dark dungeon, covered in chains. The town had been attacked at sunset, and in a blink of an eye the defenders were in complete disarray. The dark-clothed elves roamed the streets on their horses, mercilessy butchering men and beasts with the same bloodthirst, pillaging and burning.<br/><br/>When the  raiders struck, Drett was inspecting the regiment of pikemen manning the northern keep, and although they tried to ready themselves for the fight, the rookies barely managed to realize what was happening before being forced into a bloody melee inside the walls of the keep, where the nimble elven daggers effortlessly took down the men trying to wield their clumsy weapons.<br/><br/>It looked like they almost<em>regretted</em>having to take them as slaves rather than killing them... For all their refined culture, they were nothing more than rabid beasts.<br/><br/>They were led through the dark corridor, and when Drett instinctively slowed down, the guard next to him struck him in his ribs with a punch, forcing him to move on. The place stank of dried blood and soot.<br/><br/>When they reached a door, the guards next to him and other two prisoners stopped, and the rest of the column moved on. Why did they keep them here? The female elf leading the raiders opened the door, and he looked at the other two prisoners. They don't seem to have anything special, and he didn't know them.