The troll had allowed Mabon to keep a small bag with some food in it. She pulled out a piece of spice bread that she had made to give to Azzure during the long trip north. It was damp and soggy, but she wolfed it down anyway. The raised voices had given way to guttural sounds and mellifluous words – that must be the troll and blood elf speaking to each other. Shuffling sounds came down the narrow passageway, and the troll filled the space as he came into view, even bent over as he walked. A large knife in one hand, he grabbed Mabon’s wrist with the other. His grip was so powerful, Mabon felt powerless to resist, and followed him down the passageway, feeling her way along with her free hand. When they reached the entrance to the cave, he yanked Mabon in front of him, and threw her to the ground.
Mabon yelped from the pain of landing and from the pain of the bright sun after so many hours in darkness. The blood elf was standing nearby, her bow drawn and pointed at Mabon. She laughed at the girl’s discomfort. The troll bound Mabon’s wrists together, and picked her up like a sack of grain, tossing over the back of his raptor. He mounted, placing one of his legs across her back, so she was unable to move or fight. The beast took off with a grunt from its rider, and Mabon thought her teeth might just rattle from her head.
She must have lost consciousness at some point, because it seemed a short time later that Mabon was dumped unceremoniously at the feet of a human, dressed head to toe in scarlet. Mabon gasped, and staggered to her feet. She looked around the courtyard, and saw many more scarlet-clad men and women, some in robes, some in armor, all bearing the tabard of the Scarlet Crusade!