The Orcs dragged the man into the dungeon. I stood there, with my back to him. I heard the orcs slam the door hard and some dust fell down from the ceiling. I turned around, snapped my gloves on.
The Dwarf trembled in my face, I frowned and stretched my neck.
"I will have some questions for you." I said mencingly. He shook his head.
"Never, I'll never give in," his foolhardy reply made me laugh.
"They all say that, and in the end; they all give in. Besides I have all the time in the world, all the Dwraves in the World will never find us here, we are in, Virjesta'." I saw him cringe at the name, he surely recignized it.
"If you do not talk, we will, have tro proceed with a level 5 interogation, before we get to work."
His eyes went alight with fear. I moved forward and saw him back up, right into the table, the orcs fist struck him true and hard on the head.
He didn't have a chance.
We put him on the table and got to work...
4 hours later I left the room and walked through the empty passages of Virjesta, it had been hard keeping the location from my Blood Ring Peers, but now that I had it...
The Dwarf had of course given in, the dwarven forces were hiding in the valley of Rhur.
I had to speak with my secound in command, Gleckhar' the Dragon Commander. We had some more immediate problems, if it was true that the wilder's who had come were starting to converge togeather, I would need to elimanate them...
