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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 Seven
"Very good," Overlord Viser said as he weighed the last bag. "Your Clan continues to perform satisfactory."
Falcon acknowledged the compliment with a slight nod. The demon counted out their wages and handed a large purse to the druid. Falcon would distribute the coins once they were back safely in their camp.
"I wonder what your Alliance would think of you, if they ever found out all the ore you mined over the years has been forged into deadly weapons used against them."
"My alliance is with the nine men and women whom trust me with their lives …"
"Ten," Overlord Viser corrected. He handed the druid a meal voucher with eleven stamps on it. "Seems your whole camp will get fed tonight."
Taking the voucher Falcon handed it to Crystal. "Mudon and Crystal go pick up whatever they are calling dinner tonight, please."
"Alright, Lad … we'll meet you back at camp."
Falcon led the rest of the Clan out of the mines and toward the encampment. "We finished first again," Sid observed.
"You say that like it's a surprise, easier to fill up a dozen quota bags than the twenty most have to do." Falcon said as he let out a series of shrill whistles. A moment later there was the sound of the lock being unhooked as the gate to their camp opened. It would remain unlocked now until lights out.
"Anything exciting to report?" he asked the emerald haired hunter that greeted them.
Red signed that all had been calm. Falcon glanced over at the still form near the fire. "And our guest?"
The silent elf gestured that he had been sleeping since they had left. "Lazy bastard," Star snarled.
"He's chained to a pole what exactly should he be doing?" Falcon asked calmly. He walked over to Rain and was surprised to see him curled up with the boar.
"Well, isn't that something," Gola said at his side. "If Pug likes the lad he can't be all that bad." The hunter let out a short whistle and the animal snorted, stood and walked over to her.
"Ladies get first dibs on washing up," Falcon said as he went over to the calendar stone and added another mark, before dropping his pick into the crate with the rest of the mining tools.
As Star, Red, and Gola headed down to the stream Falcon walked over to the silent form. Rain's eyes were still closed; in his sleep the elf looked even more innocent. The druid hoped that at least his dreams were happy ones. "Rain …"
Eyelashes fluttered and a pair of tired eyes looked up at him as the dark haired elf pushed himself into a sitting position. Falcon frowned, Red said he'd been asleep since they left he should not look so exhausted. Placing a hand on Rain's head he channeled his healing powers into the elf, nothing looked to be amiss.
"Sid you have the key for the shackles on his ankles?" Falcon asked.
"Aye," the dwarf handed him a small key.
Kneeling Falcon unlocked the manacles and slid them off, Rain offered him the shackles around his wrists. "No," Falcon said standing.
"Please?" Rain whispered.
"No," Falcon repeated pocketing the key. At that moment Crystal and Mudon returned. Between them on a pole was a dead warp stalker. "Hmm, that thing is huge … let's get it processed."
Motioning for Rain to follow, the entire clan moved to the back of the encampment. "Crystal, why don't you go join the girls down at the river … the men will take care of the prep work." Falcon said.
Sly slipped off his shirt and took out a small dagger. "Looks like it has already been bled, will skin it first to salvage as much of the leather as I can." With a practiced touch the rogue started working on the dead beast.
"Bled … they didn't give us rotten meat again did they?" Falcon asked.
"Nay, must have been how it was killed … the meat is still pink … I think we're good." He cut off a small slab and tossed it to Red's tiger, Mutt, which was sitting nearby. The tiger hungrily gobbled it down. "Yeah it's still good quality."
Taking off his own shirt, Falcon rinsed his hands and arms off under the pump water before squatting beside Sly. The expert skinner had done a fantastic job removing a large piece of skin intact. Taking the fat covered flesh over to a flat area on the cavern floor he called Rain over. Picking up a nearby rock he showed the other how to scrape the fat from the skin and put the greasy substance into a nearby bucket for use later. Nothing went to waste here.
If possible the Sin'dorei cheeks got even paler but with a resigned nod he took the offered rock and started rubbing it across the skin, scraping it clean a little bit at a time. After making sure Rain was doing it correctly Falcon returned to the carcass which was now gutted, the entrails were being placed in cold water as slabs of meat were being set off to the side for later. Most of it would be smoked to preserve it for use later.
Shar, the blacksmith, had taken the paws of the beast and was working on extracting the claws from them. He would also do the same for some of its razor sharp teeth. Mudon glanced at the bucket holding the heart and liver and other edible innards. "Stew tonight?" He asked.
"Sounds good, you okay with that duty? Think my garden has some potatoes and carrots ready as well."
"Aye," The dwarf said picking up the bucket. "We have enough eggs and wheat, will make some biscuits to go with it. If that's okay?"
"As long as we skip dessert tonight, that sounds marvelous," Sid spoke up from where he was cutting the flesh into smaller strips to be salted and smoked.
"Aye, don't want to squander all our food on one meal, but biscuits sound great." Falcon agreed.
"You stupid … useless oaf!"
Falcon looked over at the elf that had shouted. Star was standing over a cowering Rain. Sighing and setting his dagger down the druid walked over; before he reached them Star kicked the cringing elf in the side. He grabbed her around the waist and swung her away as she tried to land a second kick.
"What's wrong?" he asked placing himself in front of Rain.
"He ruined it!"
"Sorry … sorry," Rain said miserably.
Falcon looked down; in middle of the large piece of skin was a jagged cut, a hand's width long.
"Nothing, I can't mend," Sly said as he joined them. "Give him a break, Star … I doubt he's ever done anything like this before in his life, he's doing fine. When I first started skinning I did a good job if I had enough leather at the end to make a bracer. This will still make one of us a fine pair of pants when I get done."
The younger Night Elf glowered and went to storm off but Falcon grabbed her arm. "One more thing, Rain is under my protection. If you have a problem with him come to me first, I'll handle it. Do NOT strike him again." His voice was a low growl at the end and a flare of alarm came to the other's eyes and she nodded.
"Sorry … I will next time … promise, Falcon," she said meekly.
After they finished the prep work of the beast and when the rest of the women returned from cleaning up, they turned over the meat that needed salted and smoked to them while the males wandered down to the river for their turn to wash off the day's grime.
The dwarves and Sly eagerly leapt into the chilly waters, Falcon stayed back and helped unknot the rope belt that held Rain's leggings up. The poor child was covered from head to toe in the grime of the warp stalker. Luckily Falcon had found a second pair of leggings for him to wear after they bathed.
Rain slid out of the filthy leggings and lifted his wrists toward Falcon. "Please?"
Sighing Falcon shook his head. "No … sorry." He took off his own pants and taking Rain's soiled leggings headed to the river. The Sin'dorei trailed behind him pausing on the riverbank.
"It's safe," Falcon reassured from the water.
Unhooking the leather strap from his hair and tossing it on the rocks, Rain entered the river. Falcon kept one eye on the pale elf as he quickly bathed, taking time to wash out the pants he brought into the river with him. The rest of the laundry could wait until the end of the week.
There was a commotion coming from up the hill and Falcon glanced up to see the men of Silverhelm Clan coming down the hill. The dwarves and elves in the river shouted out a welcome as the mixture of Humans, Gnomes, Night Elves and the strange tailed beasts called Draenei joined them in the water.
A look of absolute horror crossed Rain's face at the sight of the crowd. Swimming over to the elf Falcon offered him a bar of soap as he positioned himself as a shield between Rain and the others. Rain quickly bathed under his watchful eye. After he finished washing the soap from his untamed hair, Falcon took out a small bottle from the bag he had fastened around his neck on a string. Pouring some oil into his palms he started working his fingers through, the darker hair of the other. "Just a simple conditioner," he said. Afterwards he had the elf wash it off and the two of them headed back to the shore.
"Falcon!"
The Night Elf turned to face the leader of Silverhelm. "Hello, Dylan … how goes your Clan?"
"Well enough, we didn't fill all our quota bags but made enough to feed everyone." Captain Dylan Morris said as he shaved looking into a jagged piece of mirror.
"That is good then," Falcon replied as he offered the trembling elf at his side a coarse towel to dry off with.
Dylan glanced over at Rain. "So … when did you grow a heart?"
Falcon raised an eyebrow. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"I've seen you applaud deaths of other Sin'dorei, this one you almost gave your life for … I believe all life is precious it's nice to see you haven't totally lost your soul in this cavern."
"This one isn't like other Sin'dorei … I'm not sure what to think of him." Falcon said with a shrug as he pulled on a fresh shirt over his still damp chest.
Beside him Rain stood shivering, with a towel wrapped around his waist. As he offered him a clean pair of pants Rain held up his shackled wrists. "Please?"
"All right but just long enough to dry," Falcon said finally relenting. Unlocking the right wrist he was troubled to find the elf's skin underneath red and bleeding. The left wrist looked no better.
"No wonder he wanted them off," Dylan commented.
"Damn it," Falcon said as he healed the sores.
Rain grabbed the manacles and hurried down to the edge of the river. He washed the inside of the shackles and his wrists. Then he got dressed in the new leggings and was lacing up his boots when Falcon offered him a shirt. Rain gave him a small smile as he pulled it on. Then after using the towel to dry the iron shackle he slipped them back on his wrists locking them into place.
Falcon said his goodbyes to the Captain and followed Rain back to their own encampment. The Sin'dorei looked around and then moved to the post that he had been bound to before; he sat down resting his back against it. Falcon let him be; at least he was in view of everyone there. Pug, the boar waddled up to Rain and flopped down resting his head on the elf's lap. Rain smiled as he rubbed the top of the animal's head.
Walking over to the cooking area, Falcon was greeted by the pleasant aroma of stew and rising biscuits. Shar had been relieved by Crystal who was stirring the large pot. Falcon came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her trim waist. "How goes dinner?"
"Cooking … probably another hour or so for it and the biscuits to be done," she replied.
"All right, can you keep an eye on Rain while I head to the smoke house to help there?" He asked.
"Sure …"
"Hello Earthhunters!"
Falcon looked up to see Mira standing in the gateway of their encampment looking for permission to enter. The Night Elf waved her in as he walked down to greet her.
"Evening, Lady Mira, hope your day has gone well?" He said bowing.
"Well enough, Falcon. Thank you for granting me an audience." Mira took the offered chair at the table.
"Always a pleasure," Falcon said as he found two clean mugs and filled them with some ale. "Fresh from the stills of the Earthhunters," he said offering her one.
"Thank you, Mudon always makes the best." She took a sip and setting her mug down glanced over at Rain.
"I'm not sure you are aware of it but I am a member of Cenarion Circle, I was sent here as part of their expedition shortly after the portal was open."
"Nay I didn't know that, but you'll have to forgive me … I barely understand the history of those underneath me, I don't have time to learn the stories of allies as well."
The other shook her head. "I wouldn't expect you to. The reason I mention it is we have been trained in all languages … I thought perhaps you would like to know what your slave and the demon said."
"He's not my slave …"
"Free men do not wear shackles," Mira said taking another sip. "Anyway, when Canesut had finished the whipping he said something along the lines, 'Wait until I tell Shaith you're being screwed by a blue-skin.' Which the Sin'dorei replied, 'please tell Mistress Shaith I'm sorry and good-bye.'"
"Hmm … Mira would you stay for a bit and help me talk to him? Our languages are similar but …"
"Aye," the silver-haired Night Elf nodded. "I have awhile before dinner is ready in Silverhelm."
"Rain," Falcon called out, beckoning the pale elf to him. "Come here, I want to talk to you."
Rain joined them sitting down on the offered seat. Mira greeted him in his birth tongue and his eyes lit up. He started speaking in a rush and the female elf chuckled. "Rain …" Falcon said sternly.
The other bit his lip and fell silent looking down. He whispered something in Thalassian.
"He wants to know why you call him that." Mira translated.
"Because his tears fall like rain, ask if he knows why we can't use his true name here." Falcon said.
The elf listened to her response and his cheek flushed slightly. She then followed through with the question and as expected the other shook his head no.
"Perhaps a demonstration would be easier here …" Falcon said. Then with the name given to him yesterday he called out to the elf silently. "Adran …"
Rain startled and looked over at him, as his hand moved to chest. He couldn't return the greeting because he lacked Falcon's true name.
"Adran!" this time it was said harshly and Rain clutched his chest. Panic came to his eyes. "That is why I call you Rain," Falcon said aloud. "With your true name I can control your soul."
Mira translated for him and then relayed the response. "He says he hasn't a soul to control …"
"How old is he?" Falcon asked.
"He guesses around twenty years old, he isn't really sure." Mira replied.
"How did he come to the Outlands?"
"With his parents who were traveling with the Prince, shortly after their arrival he was given to Illidan as a token of trust."
"Given … how so?"
Rain looked down at his hands and didn't reply when Mira asked him.
"Was he free or a slave?" Falcon pressed.
Again silence met Mira's question. Falcon frowned. "How did he end up here?"
This time Mira got a mumbled reply. "Said he displeased his mistress …"
"Mistress … Shaith? The demon at the auction said he was a virgin."
Rain whispered a reply.
"It wasn't his role to give sexual pleasure to his mistress," Mira translated. "She found him repulsive, he was a servant."
"All right," Falcon could tell the interrogation was making Rain very uncomfortable. "What questions does he have?"
Rain spoke quickly after the inquiry was asked. "He wants to know his purpose, the demons told him he would be your … um, sex toy but you haven't asked that of him. He wants to know his place here and what is expected of him."
"I haven't found his purpose yet in the Clan, though it will not be for sexual pleasure unless he wishes it. For now he is to mind me and do what I ask of him." Falcon replied.
Rain listening intently to Mira and nodded his head a couple of times. He glanced down at his wrists and Falcon wasn't surprised by the next question. "He wonders when he'll be able to remove the shackles again, said it's been a long time since he's not had cold metal around his wrists."
"I'm sorry … regardless of all he has told me, he is still a Sin'dorei and I am still a Kaldorei." Falcon said.
"He wants to know why that matters."
"His people are killing my people back home." Falcon said as he took another drink of ale. He offered the rest to Rain who took a tentative sip. "Oh, ask him if everything is okay … if he's ill, he looks exhausted though Red said he slept the day away."
Rain frowned at her question and replied. "He says he's starving …"
"I'm sorry all our food is rationed, he'll get his fair share." Falcon said.
"He says it's not food which he hungry for." Mira said.
"Then what?" Falcon replied confused.
Rain placed a hand on Falcon's arm and he felt an odd tingle on his skin, the next moment Rain's eyes seemed to glow brighter. Falcon backhanded the other hard sending him crashing to the ground with a yelp.
"Sorry … sorry …" Rain cried, cowering.
"It's not his fault," Mira said calmly as she finished her drink. "It's a fate he was born into, his parents and their parents were addicted to magic." She asked Rain a question and then continued. "He says it's been a long time since he hasn't been 'starving' and that he'll be okay. He's sorry he tapped you, he won't do it again."
A chime could be heard in the distance and Mira stood. "That would be the Silverhelm dinner bell, I should get going."
"Wait, before you do," Falcon said standing and moving over to his small garden. He dug up some potatoes and carrots and gave her them. "Payment for your translation services …"
"You didn't have to," Mira said taking them.
"I know," Falcon replied with a smile. "Oh one more thing … tell Rain thank you for yesterday, but if he ever disobeys me again I'll take the whip to him myself."
Mira relayed the information, Rain looked down and nodded. Then with a final wave she headed out of the gate. Rain watched her go with longing in his eyes, Falcon sighed. Perhaps Red could spend time with the Sin'dorei and teach him how to speak without words. He would approach the hunter later.
A clang came from behind him. "Come, Rain, dinner is ready."
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