RP: Crimson Sword

[Nevtalathiel]

If Tumnaooriel had been the kind of person to swear, she would be swearing now as she was lead into a tent by an orc who had just appeared leading another elven captive. So far, she knew, she had been treated well by the foul creatures but now she was petrified, it was all she could do to stumble behind the other elf, and tripping over her own feet she noticed something which at first she did not dare to believe. A furtive galnce confirmed what she had seen, the elf's arms were tied in a slip-knot that could be undone easily at any time. Her eyes narrowed and she thought quickly, she had an ally, seemingly, and one who could swiftly and painlessly untie herself. But what then? Assuming they escaped from the camp unharmed, they would be miles from anywhere, alone and defenceless. And what if this elf refused to co-operate? Though trusting by nature, Tumnaooriel was also cautious and liked to consider the consequences of her actions before taking them. She bit her lip and exhaling calmly raised a bare foot, slicing it down through the air onto the orc's face even as he turned to her.