A looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Lunch? But... but what about my sister?" she whispers, barely able to contain the desperation in her voice.

You pause for a moment, considering how best to reassure her. "Don't worry," you say finally, trying to sound confident despite your own doubts. "We'll get to her soon enough. In the meantime, we might as well eat so we have some energy for whatever comes next."

A looks at you uncertainly for several long moments before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "Where would you like to eat?"

Time passes, blurry and indistinct. When you finally come to, it's nighttime. A medic is hovering over you, shining a light into your eyes and feeling at your injuries. "You're gonna be just fine, soldier," he says with a reassuring smile. "You've lost some blood, but nothing too serious."

As you sit up slowly, wincing from the pain in your wounds, you take in your surroundings. The camp is alive with activity as soldiers prepare for another day of battle.

You spot Jacob and a few other familiar faces nearby, laughing and joking around as they sharpen their weapons. You consider approaching them, but decide against it. Perhaps you should find your own group for the time being...

Scanning the camp, you notice a group of soldiers who seem to be more subdued than most. They're clustered around a small fire, speaking in hushed tones. As you get closer, you overhear one of them mention something about "not wanting any trouble" and "just wanting to go home."

Her heart racing, Rhiannon nods eagerly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulls him even closer. The sound of meat sizzling on the grill and the scent of roasting chicken fill the air around them, the perfect backdrop to their passionate embrace. She moans against his lips, her body aching for more as they continue to kiss, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance of desire.

Rhiannon's breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pull away, her lips tingling and swollen from the force of your kiss. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she tries to regain her composure before opening them slowly, meeting yours once more. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth. "Let's prepare dinner."

She takes a shuddering breath and tries to count them off on her fingers. "There were... at least two hundred insects, three hundred birds, five hundred rodents..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to recall the precise number of amphibians and reptiles. "I think it was around a thousand each for those," she finally manages to say.

Her fingers tremble as she continues to try and count. "For people...

Her fingers tremble as she continues to try and count. "For people... I lost track after two hundred." Her voice is barely a whisper now, choked with emotion. "But it's more than that, my lord. There were so many..." She begins to cry in earnest, great heaving sobs racking her body as she struggles to comprehend the unimaginable horror of what has been done to her.

Your eyes narrow slightly as you study the elf woman who has stepped forward. Her hands tremble around the baroness's hair, her body quivering with fear and shame. You can see determination etched into every line of her face, a desperate need to atone for what she perceives as her betrayal of their people.

After a moment, you slowly nod your head. "Very well," you say softly. "But make it long and pain."

As if her life depended on it, the elf woman begins to pull and twist at the baroness's teeth with all her might. The baroness screams in agony, her body thrashing uselessly beneath you. The other elves watch, horror-stricken, as their leader is subjected to this brutal punishment.

The woman's hands slick with blood and saliva as she methodically removes each tooth from the baroness's mouth.

You take out your slave collars and shackles, preparing to bind her before taking her back to camp. "What's your name?" you ask coldly. She stares at you with fear-filled eyes but remains silent.

She swallows hard, her lips quivering as she finally meets your gaze. "My name is Tali." Her voice trembles, barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing.