Message in a Body

On the peaks approaching Castle Krag, a broken elf lay in the snow crushed under the superiority of the Drow.

A confident woman had earlier informed this broken elf that he would be delivering a vital message to Myth Drannor, and what better vessel than the pulverised mess beneath her.

"The message will reach them sooner or later when this louse crawls back to it's nest, though I doubt they will pay heed to the warning. The Elves are a stubborn sort and completely irrational. They do not see their defeat when it stares at them in the face"

As the woman finishes her statement, she pulls back her hood exposing her beautiful features to the elements and gives her companion a single nod while forming some spittle in her mouth. After a few moments, leaning over the defeated elf she allows the spittle to slide from her lips and land with a pleasing splatter over his eye socket.

"Come", she says to her companion while leaving a departing kick of her boot into the elf's groin. "His body will be a message to them."

Eumir's hands are still smoldering from the encounter, he wraps his forearm tightly around a bleeding wound in his side caused by the elf's rapier. He kicks the elf in frustration and mutters a curse under his struggling breath.

He nods and limps after her.