Rook was nearly as surprised to see Thaliar appear in front of them as Terrick was.  The factions of the Revolt had been scattered with no clear leadership to unite them.  But if her companions had joined with Thaliar, perhaps there had been progress in uniting the various groups. Or... she wondered darkly, had something befallen their own leader and they'd fallen under the magic wielding elf simply because there was no one else?

The knife pressed closer against her throat and she picked her head up slightly in an effort to keep the blade from scraping her skin.  She could hear the tinge of desperation in the man's voice, but there was little she could do except comply for the moment and hope the rumors she'd heard about the extent of Thaliar's magic was true... 


Rook and Terrick (except a lot less daylight!) :
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