"You're lying!" Sarya let out a feral growl, her knife pushing hard against the man's throat during her sudden outburst and drawing blood. The sight of his blood spilling out across her blade brings her back to her senses as she releases her grip on his clothing and lets him fall back onto the soggy ground. She wanted nothing more than to slice his throat and leave him to die here alone, to put an end to his begging and his talk about how much he missed<em>her</em>daughter...but he was the best chance she had at finding Tiha again. She stood above the human, her once steady hands shaking and clenched tightly. Beneath the cloth around her head, her nostrils flared and her teeth ground against each other. She tried to calm her heavy breathing as she locked eyes with the pitiful creature laying at her feet. She needed to think.<br/><br/>Nothing he said made any sense to her, assuming there was even a shred of truth to his words. A decade? Sarya had heard tales of her elders perceiving the passage of years in what seemed like months or even weeks to them. It was a side effect of elven longevity but she was far too young to experience that sort of disconnect from time herself...wasn't she? Sarya shook her head, dismissing her own wild theories from her mind. No...she counted each sunset since she lost Tiha and her husband, dreamed of seeing them each night as she slept beneath the stars. This man was simply trying to trick her, playing games with her head just like whoever took her family three years ago.<br/><br/>Sarya let out a final deep breath before sheathing her knife. "Get up. You're taking me to see Tiha. I'll let my own eyes decide the truth." Her eyes narrow on the shallow gash across his throat. "Raise an alarm or try to escape and I'll finish what I started. Understand?"