Two Elves moved ahead of Sabin and pushed the gates of the stocky fort open. Inside Y'gol's prediction of the amount of occupants stayed strong. The Elves leading her into the fort were the only residents aside from the group's Hart mounts. Five tall gold colored Harts were tethered around a bale of hay and two metal tubs of water.
They were very beautiful creatures, but they looked weary and paranoid like their riders. It was very telling for the overall state of mind for the Elves. Either the Ogre really had them rattled which considering Y'gol's past could be possible or there was something more to their presence here.
Sabin was led to the only building within the walls. A medium sized two-story barracks made of dull colored stones and rough-hewn logs. The signs of habitation and quick repairs showed the Dark Elf that the Archers had probably been here much longer than the Carnivore let on.
The group continued to lead Sabin across the yard and right through the door of the barracks. Once inside the building Sabin could see that the men all seemed to be living only on the first floor piles of food were stacked in the two supply rooms along the back wall, the cots were grouped around the meager firepit they dug, and the rest of their effects were stacked inside the fort's small armory set back in the western wall. This was odd considering they had two floors and aside from the Scarred one there was no sign of any kind of leader. But considering the way the other men spoke to him he was only a Sergeant or something and groups like this never go out without a Captain or Lieutenant at the helm.
So where was their real leader? Well that question was answered when all the men but Yaorlan and another Elf this one a giant with almost white skin and aside from his bow he also carried a long dirk that was strapped to his thigh. The giant placed a heavy hand upon Sabin's shoulder and held her in place while Yaorlan walked up the steps to the second floor and knocked on the dark door which was covered in glowing runes. He paused for a few seconds then the muffled sound of a woman's voice called out and he opened the door and stepping into the darkness before the door swung shut on it's own. The giant and Sabin stood in silence while the sounds of muffled discussion could be heard through the door. A minute or so later Yaorlan opened the door and stood half-way out side motioning for Sabin to enter. The giant let her go with a quick shove then Yaorlan clicked his tongue and admitted the Dark Elf into the room that stunk of incense. Once Sabin was in the Sergeant stepped fully out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Now Sabin was standing alone in the dark room the odor of incense was nearly overwhelming and as the air settled around her another smell crept it's way into her nose. The sickly sweet smell of death and decay. A few minutes passed before a low sultry woman's voice echoed through the unnatural dark. "My Goddess, the famous Sabin Togar." Sabin suddenly feels a presence in front of her and feels a soft pair of lips against her own and a hand dance across her lower back and rump. They lingered for a handful of seconds before the presence whisks away and torchlight suddenly erupts around the room and a High Elf woman is seen seated at a large square table. Denika Lestaff was wearing her usual uniform of trousers, boots, and sleeveless tunic. But in her bare delicate hand was a small dancing fireball. She smiled at Sabin looking the other woman up and down.
"Well, well, I must say I love the new look Sabi, but still far too much clothing for my liking." She closed her hand snuffing out the fireball.
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