Ransom watched with no small amount of amusement as Elwyn faced off against the unknown elf. Of course there were much more efficient and painful methods of extracting information than holding a sword to the neck. Much more painful methods.
Indeed, he had used many. Especially on any orcs that were unlucky enough to stumble upon him when he had spare time. The right tool in the right place could accomplish much. Ransom, much to his friends’ discomfort, seemed to enjoy torturing his enemies.
Ransom shook his head. The last thing he needed was to loose himself in his past. Indeed, long years of experience with his sister informed him that Elwyn was about to blow her top. He slowly walked behind Elwyn and listened....
[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: Ransom ]
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"The blood of the dead mixes with the the flowing sand and grants more power to the killer."--Gaara of the Desert
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