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Chapter 3

A delicate drow entered the room, the faerie light that illuminated
the dull cell reflecting off his meticulously shaven scalp. He hid
an amused smiled as he eyed the shivering prisoners with a look of
pure ecstasy.

Oh how he loved to extract information from them. With a seductive
finger he beckoned the short, fat duergar towards him and almost
swooned as he witnessed the look of sheer terror upon his captive's
filthy but otherwise unremarkable face.

This was Solraen Do'tlar, the third child of what the Elders were
calling the Phoenix generation. They were quite aware at the sheer
offence the name would evoke in the hearts of the Light, it was a
fact they found most amusing. However, this generation was groomed
and instructed to gather Knowledge and information of the state of
the lands, so that the House Do'tlar could once again return to a
position of authority and power.

The filthy duergar followed the slender drow cautiously towards the
interrogation chamber, beads of sweat forming upon his forehead as
he eyes the instruments carefully arranged upon the adamantite slab.

Solraen crossed his legs delicately and motioned for the prisoner to
take his place upon the slab, turning to him with an almost seductive
glance and invited him to sit.

"By all means, take a seat my little pet."

He smiled to himself knowing he had broken the greedy little thing,
this was the day he had worked for. This was the day he would taste
the Knowledge that had been denied to him.

The duergar climbed gingerly upon the slab and tore open his tunic,
revealing a scarred torso and the emblem of the Imperial Codex.

"A'rite ya sick bastard, I'll be tellin' yer of da Empire. As lon'
as you keep dem damm hands off o' meh!"

Solraen folded his hands in his lap and began to listen.

To be continued...