Having given the one mild stroke Drizzt spoke.<br/><br/>"That is a small taste of the pain that can be visited upon your body," he said. "You are not used to pain and so I can see that it hurt quite a lot. Probably more than you have ever been hurt before."<br/><br/>His voice was dispassionate, almost cold. She could hear him step up right behind her, his voice right in her sensitive ear.<br/><br/>"You don't have to feel this lash again. All you have to do is tell me what you know of the Elven force disposition. Tell me exactly how many men and mages you have. Tell me how your king supplies his forces. Tell me most importantly if there is any discord in the command structure, and if so from whom. Tell me.....and you don't have to feel the pain again."<br/><br/>His breath washed over her. His voice penetrated her. His nose, accidently or not, rubbed lightly against her ear.<br/><br/>"Tell me," he whispered in her ear.