<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5944309#msg5944309">Quote from: Tagan on 02-03-2012, 06:35:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Talen actually moves into the blow, so the mark will show, and as the guards aproach, her demeanor alters.  She wilts, sobbing.  "No, please don't hurt me anymore... I'm sorry, I'll be good..." She says in Undercommon.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The other guards stop and laugh, "Hey, Narlros, you sure you can handle her?" one of them teases.  The drow, snarls and in a blur of motion snaps a dagger from his belt, and throws it into the mans throat.  As the man futilely grasps at the dagger stuck in his throat, as he drops to his knees, gurgling and spitting up blood; the others cringe.<br/><br/>They glance at the drow again. "Hey um..." one of them begins.  Narlros interrupts, him. "What? You don't think I can handle one young woman, by myself?  Here, how about this?"  The drow leans his head closer to Talen as she sobs, and whispers softly. "F'sarn taudl..." (<em>"I'm sorry...."</em>)<br/><br/>As he whispers quietly to her, he pulls her tighter to him with his right arm.  Locking her right arm under his, with his arm pulled tightly across her breasts and his hand gripping her left bicep.  But even as he tightens his hold on her, his left hand moves to slide between her legs.<br/><br/>All he wanted to do, is help a fellow drow...and now he was probably going to anger his one chance out of here and get castrated for it....this plan was going great, Narlros thought to himself.