Alo awakens to the sound of the voice of his captor, "Well well what do we have here, our little druid bitch didn't have enough last night? What do you say we test that famed immortality you supposedly have a bit more?"
Alo struggles to his knees, his voice raspy and weak "You'll never hear me plead for my life, I joined the empire's fight fully knowing I could meet my end at the hands of a beast, I just never thought it would be one as hideous as you, commander".
A blow strikes Alo in the back of the head sending him back to the ground face down and causing his long black hair to become stained red with blood. The undeniable sound of a sword unsheathing sends a wave of terror over him. A laugh from the commander then the blade pierces his shoulder and slowly cuts to the other.
Alo just lay still and accepts it but he can't help but think, "Is this really what I signed up for, this torture, this humiliation? No, I'm doing this for Liv, I have to protect her now that we're outside of the grotto."
The commander laughs, "would you look at that, the cut is fuckin healing, it's damn incredible I tell you." Another cut rains down then countless more until Alo finally falls unconscious.
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"Alo, Alo, wake up, I've brought you food and water, quickly." The unmistakable voice of the young girl following the camp around, Iris.
Iris has no business being here, maybe 20 years old and a true elven beauty. Her pointed ears lined with stretched piercings and the sides of her head donned with fresh black tattoos of elven script. When she first came around her white hair was nearly past her waist now barely to her shoulders with the sides shaved.
Alo thinks to himself "This place, it's bad for her, but I need her to get out".
Iris in a rushed and worried tone "I'm sorry I couldn't find more Alo, they seriously keep nothing around, as soon as it comes in those fuckin pigs eat it".
Alo rolls over, struggling even to open his eyes, "Iris, I appreciate this more than you'll ever know, the strength you give me from this food shall not go to waste."
Iris now holding up Alo and pouring water in his mouth "I'll not stand for them doing this to you, it's not right, you joined to fight, to help yet they treat you like trash. Had you wandered into any other camp they would have welcomed you as a great healer. But here, here in the camp of the Nightcrawlers, they just see you as some weak pussy because you refused to fight. I'll not stand for this, I can't, I can't".
Alo smiles slightly as he realizes Iris is now a clay ready to be molded by the palm of his hand and that he will surely gain her strength. The day shall soon come where this camp is left far in the past.