Demand to know what happened to your elves, threaten them with the wrath of your army and your magic

The rage you feel inside outweighs any fear you feel. It is time they realised how dangerous the elves can be, how dangerous you are!

“You will get nothing from me gnome.. not until you tell me what happened to my command. You must realise that the Queen will not rest until they are reinforced, until I’m rescued! Do you really think you’ll be safe in these mines and sheds? Do you think your toys and monsters can withstand elven magic? My brothers and sisters will annihilate your pathetic army and destroy your threat to our lands!”

Your face is red by the end of your speech, your pale complexion coloured by emotion and passion. It feels better than fear. You tremble where you lie, breathless and waiting for them to respond. Marissa looks sideways at the gnome, then down at you with something close to anger on her face.

“You need to understand something very quickly Elf. You don’t make any demands here.. and certainly not threats! Just to be clear, your battle ended two days ago. Everyone that entered that battlefield with you is dead. Destroyed by our pathetic horde. No one came to their rescue, and no one is coming to yours. Even if your bitch Queen had decided to invade to get you back, and she hasn’t, you aren’t within 30 leagues of where you fell. Nobody is coming for you Jennara. I doubt anyone cares.”

Faces and names flash through your mind and you find yourself doing something you haven’t done in years. A tear crawls down your nose. It’s not clear who is more shocked, the pair observing you or yourself. Grimmald’s surprise quickly turns into something else.. something you don’t really understand. Triumph. Can he really be so callous in the face of slaughter? You close your eyes, feeling more alone than you have since you were a child. The guard had always been your home and your family. Have they really abandoned you to this scum? The anger which had died temporarily with the shock of the news suddenly returns.

Your eyes fly open and your face twists with rage. You reach for your magic, to gather it in, to destroy, to let it consume you if you must. You will fight your way free of this place or die in the attempt, either outcome seems desirable right now..!

You draw deep.. and find nothing there. You gasp.. and the Gnome nods seriously and gazes into your wide eyes.

“I’m afraid we can’t allow that just at the moment.. “