|
Anarrima
After a moment of settling down and realizing that she was not in danger, she was able to speak, a quivering still lingering in her voice, but more interesting was that her rich drow accent had returned from the long years that she had been made a prisoner in the Underforums.
"Yevaud...I felt the llanath d' ilythiiri, outside the dobor...I mean the door...a drow...the presence of...
Ai...quet lambi mori!" *
=================================================
The guard was frozen in fear at the threat of the elven sword master...but when he heard Ana explain the dilemna, he was confused...yet did not question her, since she had now taken the focus off of him. He'd hope that there was a drow out there to go after. He did not need the elves holding him responsible for anything.
"If there's a drow out there, he'll be dead in a moment!" The man then darted off back down the hallway to reach the exit into the gardens. He wanted to be the one to impress this lady-elf. He was simply fascinated by her, and would do anything she asked him to. He'd be her hero today!
* Sindarin for "I am speaking the dark language...", and her tone is one of disgust and frustration. She is saying in her own tongue that the previous words were in Drow...if you did not catch the difference...
[ 04-26-2005, 11:22 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
|