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Piles of armor, weapons, tools, coins, jewels, metal bars, food supplies, and camping equipment appeared on the altar, before disappearing back into the storage devices.
    As she was inspecting the last storage device, the belt pouch, Elan'fer'sha laid a suit of armor on the altar. As the sight of the mask attached to the helm, her face froze and a shiver passed through her body. For a long time, she did nothing but stare at the face molded into the mask.
    “Talon! What connection does this monkey have to fucking Talon?!”
    Elan'fer'sha's fingers dug at her chest, as though she was trying to claw out something that she despised. If it weren't for that Half-Dvergar freak, I would not be in this position! Damn him to the frozen pits of Hel.
     
     
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 140
     
    Pain wakes me. My entire body hurts. It feels as if all of the muscles and joints in my body have been strained, but the worst pain is in my right shoulder. It is badly bruised, and it feels like there may be hairline fractures in the bones. The impact of Cletus' last shield strike was not small.
    I am in a cell by myself this time, a different cell from the one I woke in last time. This time the cell is much smaller, and has a stone platform on one side to sleep on. In the back corner, on the opposite side from the slab, there is a hole about eight inches in diameter. The stench makes its purpose obvious.
    There is a cell across the corridor from mine, with one of the slaves that was with me in the holding cell occupying it. From the sounds of snoring, there are other cells, with more sleeping slaves to either side.
    Even though my body is covered in bruises, the pain in my muscles and joints has to be from the electricity in the Throd'nahk's attack. My muscles must have been afflicted with wild spasms, to do so much damage. I am used to pain. It is my oldest friend, whether I acknowledge it or not. This pain is not even intense enough to distract me, but the stiffness will impede my movements. While it is still quiet in the slave pens, I take the time to stretch out my body. Without being able to use my ki, it is the best I am capable of.
    Once I am done stretching, I try to circulate my ki though my body but fail miserably. No matter how small the amount of ki I try to use, the debilitating pain flares through me. The more ki I use or the longer I use it, the more intense the pain is. As inured to pain as I may be, this pain is at a level that I cannot endure.
    With nothing else to do, I sink into a meditative trance. Even though I am not practicing my ki manipulation, the trance still serves the purpose of allowing my body to rest more effectively than sleeping would. Moreover, in this meditative state, I am still aware of the world around me.
    The passage of time is neither fast nor slow, it just is. Several hours later, the sound of multiple sets of footsteps rouses me to full awareness. Those footsteps are not loud, but my hearing seems to have become exceptional since returning to this body. It is not at the level of my Half-Dvergar body, but it is still above the normal human level. I look toward the right side of my cell's barred front, waiting for the arrival of the sources of those footsteps.
    Four DokkAlfar guards walk past the front of my cell, and the back one on my side of the hall happens to glance in. Surprise momentarily flickers across his face, before it returns to its impassive mien. His eyes face forward again, as he disappears down the hall to the left of my cell.
    Less than thirty seconds later, the rattle of metal on metal reaches my ears.
    “Up and out! Go to the end of the corridor and wait!” Even though the voice is speaking the Slave Tongue, its musical quality does not belong any human. Only Alfar have such naturally pleasant voices, no matter how unpleasant the language they are speaking might be.
    Preceded and followed by the sound of his footsteps, one of