We caught her fixing the slaves’ ears.”
“How in bloody hell did she get loose?!” Pattan demanded. Goodbye my family, Ireth thought silently, weeping. Xxx vedio No exceptions!” Pattan boomed. He was large but otherwise common. The last Ireth saw of Feawen Numenesse was from the back of a high-walled cart, the bodies of her tribesmen piled around her mother, tied to a post. No, it was terror she saw in his eyes. She was all that was left of the tribe’s authority, and the others followed her lead. The looks her tribesmen gave her as Pattan paraded his new prize to the smoldering pyre made her wish they killed her in the attack the day before. She tried to gather her brother up in her arms and escape. Ireth was on her knees shivering, afraid of what was about to happen. Pattan brushed her soft blonde hair from her eyes and gently kissed her forehead. He draped warm furs dyed a deep crimson over her shoulders, then placed warm fur boots on her feet. Ireth thought how ironic it was that her mother’s sacrificial alter to Ehlonna was now piled as tall as a human with nearly 40 dead elves. They spoke, but she couldn’t understand their language. The sway quickened. He stood and approached Ireth, speaking his titles and lands; words that were lost on Ireth in her fear.
