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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 5301145" data-attributes="member: 36973">In the morning, three guards came for him. They found him sitting, in the dark, where they had left him the evening before—shackled and blindfolded in the small room where they kept the meats and fruit. Where he kept them cold.He hissed as the door opened, the morning air already warmer than the inside here. As always, they were careful. The white devil had bit off a guards thumb the last time they let him off the leash. There would be no mistakes.They led him, blindfolded and still shackled, through the camp to the main tent. Zimno could walk the path without them, so many times had he done already, but they led him the same. He entered, still blindfolded. It was never to be removed except within the caves with their very heavily guarded—and obscured—exit.The eladrin sniffed, smelling the sickly-sweet odors of the food and pungent stench of the incense someone had burned. He stood stiff, knowing what would come next. The slave girl—he had never seen her, but the smell and touch could mean nothing else—would try to give him food. One of the others—the male with the imperial voice (he could try to hide it, but it was still there) or someone else—would give him the orders, written of course. The one time it had been verbal orders, two task-masters broke their hands. Thinking about it almost made him smile.So, he stood. And waited.</blockquote>