Tuculcha eyes burned with fury as the Drow laughed and laughed, all because of that silly bird. “MY NAME IS TUCULCHA! NEVER CALL ME TUCY!!!!” She met the Raven’s black eyes the best she could considering that he was still under the Swordman’s knee. “You idiot! You got yourself into this mess and you can get yourself out! You deserve what you get for calling me that in front of THESE people!” She was totally humiliated and was sure that the group of adventurers wouldn’t leave this alone easily.
She winced when the Drow twisted Amar’s sore wing. She growled angrily. That Drow was going to pay dearly for everything he had done. “Lets make a deal and this time you will have to make a concession as well. Here’s my offer: release Amar and tell me what you want in the room at the top of the stairs and why. In return, you have my word that I will not raise a hand to harm any of you while you are within my fortress and I will release the trap on the stairs and if it is really necessary, I will even tell you a little more about Amar. What do you say to that? Oh, and if you insist on calling me Tucy, I shall start calling you Sterly and I’m sure I can come up with equally stupid names for the rest of you as well.”
She stood before them, hands on her hips, waiting for their response.
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