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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
"Lad, you have never led us wrong all these years … but … but …" Sid sputtered and waved a hand toward the closed door of the hut Falcon and Crystal shared.
"It didn't cost the clan anything; it came from my personal purse." Falcon said calmly.
"I don't give a damn about the coins; I care to know what the hell you're going to do with … it?" Star said, the youngest Night Elf's eyes flashed with anger.
"I paid for him, what I do with him is my business," Falcon said.
"If Crystal isn't good enough for your bed anymore …" Sly said coyly. The rogue easily dodged the punch aimed his way.
"So … what are you going to do with him, lad?" Shar asked. "We've never … um had a concubine … is that even the right term … um well anyway don't think any of dwarves would be interested."
"I didn't buy him for that … I did it to save him from it." Falcon said. "I haven't really thought beyond appeasing Crystal. I guess I'll give him a choice to live or die, if he chose the later I'll make it's quick and merciless for my wife's sake."
"And if he chooses to live?" Sid asked.
"I guess I gain a houseboy …"
"I'm not sharing my food with him!" Star snapped. "You know the rules if you don't work you don't eat, unless you're injured. He won't be earning any money for us; there is no way you can take him to the mines…"
Red made a couple of quick signs and Falcon nodded. "Red doesn't work in the mines and we have no problem sharing our food with her. I'm sure we can find a place for the boy if he ends up staying."
The mute hunter made a couple more signs. She supported Falcon's choice and he smiled his thanks.
"Aye, I'm with chatter-box there, Falcon has never led us wrong before I trust him to do what is right for the Clan." Sly said.
Sid let out a long drawn out sigh. "All right, my apologies for my outburst, I was just surprised is all, lad."
"Well keep him on a short leash, if he so much as looks at me funny … my hammer will find a nice resting place on his skull," Mudon said.
"I'm with Mudon on this," Star said.
"Fair enough, if we are settled please continue your chores … lights out is coming soon, make sure the camp is secure," Falcon said. "Who has first watch?"
"That would me, lad." Shar said.
Falcon's reply was cut off by a loud squeal and he looked over at a rugged looking boar. "Someone brought us dinner?"
"Don't you dare be looking at my Pug as food … you blue-skin …"
"Ah our latest addition," Falcon said. He turned and bowed toward the fuming dwarf standing near the boar. "Forgive me, my lady, I meant no offense. In the excitement I forgot for a moment that you joined our company I wish it was under happier circumstances." He glanced over at Sid. "Is she set up for the evening?"
"Aye, I've been given a place to sleep with those two lovely lasses," the female dwarf replied. "My name is Gola Icethief, don't let the name fool you, my father was the rogue I have the more honorable trade of being a hunter of Ironforge and I can speak for myself."
"So you can, all right then I will leave you all and see if I can take care of the viper I put in my bed." Falcon bowed once more and then walked over to his hut. "Oh, Shar after tomorrow's shift could you forge me some sort of cage, out of the scraps of metal you have … I know it's a waste of resources but I believe it will come in handy to calm everyone's fears."
"A cage … how big?" Shar asked.
Falcon pointed at the boar. "Big enough to hold the pig there," he said.
"He's not a PIG, he's a boar and I will not put him in a cage!" Gola said sternly.
"The cage isn't for your partner, Lady Gola … I would never dream of it. Though you are responsible for cleaning up after the beast," he directed before opening the door to his lodging and stepping inside.
Within a single candle glowed, illuminating the small one-roomed hut. Crystal was kneeling, facing a huddled form in the corner. She had her hand held out and was speaking in a hushed voice.
"My foreign tongue offers him no comfort," she said looking up at him.
"Sin'dorei …" A pair of emerald eyes looked up at him and then back to the ground as he wrapped his arms around his knees. "No!" Falcon said sternly.
With one hand he grabbed the Blood Elf's long black locks and pulled him roughly to his feet. Looking the captive in the eyes he unsheathed the dagger from his side. "Listen carefully, I know you won't understand all my words but our languages are not that different. I can end your pain right now; it would be over in a moment if you wish it." He placed the blade against the throat of the Sin'dorei. "Death or life?" he asked.
The elf in his grasp closed his eyes and a moment later something warm hit Falcon on the leg, he glanced down and swore. "Damn it, he pissed on me," he snarled.
A sob brought his attention back to the captive and he swore again at the sight of a slender cut on his throat, his hand had slipped. "No talah …" the Blood Elf cried. "No talah … no talah …"
"No death … no death," Crystal said. "He doesn't want to die."
"He has a poor way of showing it," Falcon growled glancing down at the puddle at his feet.
He threw the dagger down, its blade buried into the wood of a small table. Holding his captive firmly by his hair Falcon pulled him toward the door. "First things first … you have a mess to clean up."
Falcon dragged the Blood Elf out to the courtyard and over to the water pump. Motioning him to fill a nearby bucket with water,
"Would you get some clothes on that lad," Sid said from where he was sitting near the fire. "That might be a pretty sight to you, but it's down right frightening to us stouter folks."
"Soon," Falcon said. He grabbed nearby scrub brush and tossed it into the bucket of water, then motioned for the Blood Elf to pick up the pail and still holding onto his hair led the elf back to the hut.
The Sin'dorei didn't need to be told what to do, and knelt scrubbing at the puddle of urine with the brush. "Sorry … sorry … sorry," he whispered over and over as he cleaned his iron manacles scraping against the wooden planks.
As the elf cleaned Falcon changed into a fresh pair of pants, afterwards he sat down on the bedroll beside his wife. "So beloved, what are you going to do with your new pet?" he asked.
"My pet?"
"You wanted him …"
"I didn't want Elfkillers to have him, I didn't think beyond that." Crystal said with a sigh.
The elf in question dipped the brush into the pail of water and then went back to scrubbing the floor boards.
"I guess I should check him out, no idea how long he's been a prisoner or what they did to him … emotionally he's a wreck." Falcon said. "Sin'dorei, come here!" Emerald eyes found his and he beckon him over.
The pale elf glanced down at the wet spot on the floor, scrubbing it a few more times.
"Sin'dorei …" Falcon raised his voice slightly.
Dropping the brush into the bucket the Blood Elf stood and walked over to him, and knelt, keeping his gaze down.
Placing a hand on the Sin'dorei's head, Falcon funneled his healing power into him. He checked him out from top to bottom, healing the cut he had accidentally given him earlier. "You were right about his age, his bone structure is very young for his people, and I'd guess he's between his sixteenth and thirtieth summer. His stomach is empty and probably has been for awhile, do we have any rations stashed away, and I spent all our personal wages on him. There isn't anything left until we get paid again."
His healing touch went lower and he frowned, his thumb massaged the elf's forehead as he tenderly healed the cuts left behind by the demon's virginity check earlier. A sob escaped the child and he pulled away from Falcon's touch. "No … no … no," he pleaded.
The druid lifted the chin of the Sin'dorei, so their eyes met. "No," he said shaking his head, praying his meaning would get through.
A look of confusion crossed the other's gaze, "no?"
"No," Falcon repeated.
Confusion turned to relief and the child bowed placing his head on the floor board. Just then there was a knock on the door. "Enter," Falcon called out. The Blood Elf backed into the corner wrapping his arms around his legs as he sat down.
Sid entered in his hand was a set of iron shackles. "Pardon the interruption, lad, I thought the shackles the lass was wearing might be needed tonight to go around his ankles since the cage isn't built."
"Cage?" Crystal asked alarmed.
Falcon waved a hand to silence her. "Thanks Sid, though I don't think our new friend is a threat … can you give him a once over for me, tell me what you think." He glanced over at the huddled figured. "Sin'dorei, come here."
With a soft sigh the Blood Elf stood and moved to kneel in front of Falcon once again, his body was trembling.
"At least his mindful," Sid said running a calloused hand down the left arm and hand of the kneeling elf. He did the same to the right. "There is some muscle definition; his right hand's skin is tougher than his left. His a right handed fighter, I don't notice tell tale marks on his fingers of drawing of a bow so I don't believe he's a hunter … has he used any magic?"
"Nay, I think he's pretty drained …" Falcon said.
"Hmm … a beginning warrior … surely not someone who has seen a lot of battles if any," the dwarf said letting the hand of the elf fall. The emerald eyes glanced up at Falcon and he nodded. The Blood Elf returned to the corner of the room.
Sid followed his movements and then shrugged. "At least get a pair of pants on him, I'll let you have one of my own."
Falcon surprised the room by letting out a chuckle. "No need, old friend, I have a pair he can use but first I want to take him to the river to wash up."
"All right, well you may want to hurry they'll be killing the lights soon and then you'll have to go by torch."
"Aye, will do …" Falcon's smile faded. "Put a second guard on tonight's shifts, I don't think the Elfkillers will try anything but it doesn't hurt to be cautious."
"Will do, Lad." Sid excused himself and left, shutting the door behind him.
"A cage!"
Falcon turned toward his wife. "Beloved it's for our safety and his own, the Sin'dorei are KILLING our people in the Outlands and back home …"
"He's just a child!"
"Even a kitten has claws. And I for one do not intend on getting scratched. The cage is temporary and only when we're not around to keep him out of trouble."
"I shouldn't have said anything, you were right eight hours of hell would be better than a lifetime locked in a cage." Crystal stormed out of the hut, slamming the door behind her.
The elf in the corner let out a soft whimper. Falcon glanced his way. "Sorry she's not usually this … volatile." He knew the elf probably couldn't understand him but it felt more civilized. Standing the Night Elf moved over to a large locker and opened it. Looking under some folded clothes he found a pair of worn boots and leather pants. "Sin'dorei …"
"Adran," the Blood Elf said softly.
"Shit …" Falcon sighed. The child had given his true name and the power that came with it. "You must have had a protected life until now." Kneeling in front of him, Falcon pointed at him. "No … Adran."
This got a confused look and nod. "Adran," he said pointing to himself.
"No!" Falcon said raising his voice. Adran pulled back as tear slipped down his cheek. "Your tears fall like rain … that will be the name you will go by here." The Night Elf pointed at the other one and said, "Rain." Then pointed at himself, "Falcon."
The Sin'dorei pointed at him and said, "Falcon." Then pointing at himself he whispered, "Adran."
"No!" Falcon said slapping him hard across the cheek. "You cannot use that name any more … ever! You're name is Rain."
A choking sob escaped the other as he shook his head bewildered. Falcon took the pale hand and placed it on his chest. "Falcon," he said again.
"Falcon," the other repeated.
Moving the hand onto the Blood Elf's chest he said, "Rain."
The elf nodded and sighed. "Rain," he repeated obediently.
Falcon smiled, letting go of the hand he stood and motioned for Rain to stand as well. Taking the chain that dangled between his manacled wrists, Falcon led him toward the door. "Let's get you down to the river and washed up, then we can finally stop terrifying the dwarves and put some clothes on you."
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