"Fair you might not know their names," The low roll of the huntsman's voice came forth, revealing the captive was not as alone as she might have thought herself with the halfling after the others left, "But where did your band come from and where are they going?"

It was then he took a few methodically advancing steps forward, each rustling his chain links ever so slightly. Brannor was distrustful of everything the woman said, in that his belief was that [i]she[/i] thought it all to be true, perhaps even if it were not. Thus far summoning this hellish dragon-mother was a far stretch, one reasonably beyond the cult's true grasp; they were raiding petty farming villages and towns for the few scraps of wealth the people had. None of this was likely to sate an average dragon, at least as the hunter knew for their greed was said to be unspeakable in its vastness, let alone their proposed queen. So the more she spoke, the more foolish she sounded, and it came high time in his mind that he would bring her back to the reality of tonight and the time leading up.

Looming before the soaked to the marrow figure, arms crossed over the chest, it became clear that the warrior was not going to prove patient for much longer with her; he had other plans in mind. If she would not cooperate further or denounce her actions and abandon her ways, there were not many paths left for her to follow that did not end in execution. So for her sake, he hoped she would answer the question - that her willingness to cooperate with Parum was not lost.

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