The elven guard dragged Lianna away from the huddled prisoners toward the far side of the camp. Her shackles clinked with each stumbling step as they hauled her past sleeping guards and dying campfires.
"Where is Captain Morvain?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Shut up," the guard snarled. "You'll find out soon enough."
They approached a dark opening in the stone wall. A natural cave that disappeared into the mountain's depths.
Cold air flowed from the entrance, carrying the smell of damp stone and something else. Something rotting.
"In there," the guard commanded, shoving her forward.
Lianna stumbled into the cave entrance. The darkness was absolute beyond the first few feet. No torches. No light source of any kind.
"Captain Morvain?" she called softly.
No answer.
Behind her, the guard blocked the entrance of the cave. His silhouette was outlined against the campfire light outside.
