A smug smile played upon Tuculcha’s lips as the Dark Elf tackled the High Elf. “So maybe the bunny might still be alive, you might never know.” She laughed, a cold, evil laugh, “Temper, temper. Is that Drow the only one with a speck of brains? I always knew dark beings were the smart ones. My fortress is impenetrable; you’ll never even get in the front doors. You can’t kill me, you need me.”
She smiled brightly at Sterling, “You seem to be the smart one of the bunch, ‘oh, glorious leader’, how about we strike a deal? I will release your friends if you all agree to leave this swamp this instant, without Gareth, and vow never to return. You seem to be a man of honor so I’ll take you on your word.” Her eyes shifted to the newcomer, that mage was definitely up to something, no one just dropped into a fight with Zombies completely unfazed. She turned back to Sterling, “What do you say? Your friends’ release if you leave the swamp without freeing the High Wizard?”
