"Still fighting? face it, Elf girl. You lost. You're friends are more than likely dead, your race is near extinct, and your kingdom, which I bet you gave 'so much' for is going to burn up in flames. Face your fate with some fucking dignity. "The demon said, as the bids began. They were offering high amounts of coin for her.

Andrew arrived outside the keep, before walking off his horse. Of course, the bridge to the castle had guards, but the moment they went running, Andryr would watch Andrew's blade move......'fast'. Speed had always been his best asset, and it appeared it was still true. Andrew then picked up a rather rusty-looking mace, before placing it on his belt. He then looked towards, before giving him a dark grin. "Its for that demon that took Ellowynn. "He said, blood-lust evident in him.