The elf… said nothing. Not a single word as she was carried to the Sand King’s throne like a sack of potatoes by the guards. While her metallic arms definitely added some weight, she was still a rather short girl so she was pretty light. 

Although no doubt whichever guards were tasked with carrying her would need to wash their clothes and hands afterwards as she was still covered in blood. Some of it her own. Most of it not. Plenty of it was dried, matting her hair and making her a sandy, bloody mess. There was still some though that was wet, but the heat of this desert country would take care of that soon enough. 

And more importantly, she still had an arrow sticking out of her side that had yet to be addressed, but to this Elf it was as if such a thing wasn’t even there. 

The Elf simply sat there and said nothing as two others of this small group spoke to the Sand King. Naturally after they said their pieces it was now her turn. 

But she still said nothing. Her calm, emerald eyes just looked at Axom as she sat there in her bindings, not even struggling in them. She didn’t give her piece on why she was there. She said nothing of her pack which no doubt lay somewhere in the stands still that had her possessions in it. 

Such a thing could no doubt tell of her purpose if it were found and brought before Axom, that purpose being that her coming here was just a choice of travel destination. 

Unfortunately for both King and Elf, the latter continued to say nothing and just stared. This meant that the King wouldn’t get an answer to his questions and who knows what would happen to the Elf at this rate.