The spawn glanced over, but the low keening was proof that the human girl was alive.  "Pitiful little thing," she said as she took hold of Lauralana's wrists and pinned her down, "Before she would have at least lived out her last days blissful and contented.  All you have done is take that kindness from her and give her this horrid pain."<br/><br/>One of the orcs entered as she held the elf down and shuffled nervously.  "Mistress Halae..."<br/><br/>The spawn snapped her head around and fixed him with her slitted eyes.  "You had best be about to tell me my pet has been captured... alive and unharmed."<br/><br/>The orc took a half step back, glancing at the carnage in the wagon.  "N-Not yet Mistress," he stammered, "But we are chasing..."<br/><br/>His words were cut off, becoming a pained gurgle as blood began to bubble and spew from his lips.  The red length of Halae's tongue stretched across the wagon, sliding slowly from the hole it had made in his neck and slithering back into her mouth.  The orc dropped to his knees, clutching his throat as his blood poured forth and then fell face forward beside the one Lauralana's magic had slain earlier.<br/><br/>"Fetch me a hammer and some nails!" she bellowed, "And be quick about it!"  As she waited for her minions to comply, she climbed free of the elf and hauled her to her feet before lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wagon's wall.