Gorthroth was floating ominously through the passageways back to his halls. He was furious! The plan had shattered and it was only by mere chance that the enemy had been scattered. Hermesin and Kurzag were dead and he knew not what had happened to the others.
He entered his halls and took his place on the throne and brooded. He was not sure what to do next. Suddenly he felt a presence near and turned, to see Rysha leading a prisoner into the cave.
"At least one of my subjects has been useful," he thought. He rose and moved toward the man.
"I have brought you a prisoner, lord," Rysha said, pushing the man forward into Gorthroth's grip. The Wight watched as the energy drained from him and he stood, unable to move. Gorthroth pushed him to the ground.
"You have done well Rysha."
He turned and looked down at the man, devoid of movement. "Why are you here?" He questioned, his voice deep and ominous. The man did not respond so Gorthroth took him by the throat and raised him from the ground, in an effort to cow his already weak spirit. His clothing rode up and Gorthroth noticed many whip marks. He dropped the man and turned on Rysha, "what are these whip marks?"
Rysha backed away and was about to speak when Gorthroth whirled around. From the entrance to his left he had sensed further presences, and in seconds three enemy warriors rushed in through the gaping hole. Gorthroth growled angrily and made ready to quash this feeble attempt to invade his domain.
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