Tristan's eyes snap open as that muted sound fills his ears and watches the elf clutch her bloody chest and curl up.  The metal rings in his fingers are oddly warm to the touch and heavier than they should be.  he drops his gaze to them, seeing the stain of bright red blood upon his hands and cannot hold back the lurching of his stomach any longer.<br/><br/>He falls to his side, curling his hands into firsts to clutch the rings as he gags and vomits upon the floor of their moving cell.<br/><br/>From outside, a high pitched female voice is shouting, the words muffled by the walls but the note of near panic carrying.  Harsh, guttural voices mingle with it as well and then the sound of the door being unbarred and thrown open.  Light spills into the small wagon as the female spawn shoves the ork who opened the door inside and rushes in as well.