The blind drow stood in one of the Slaver's safe houses, resting his weight on his staff. To his left stood Madara and in front of him, stood a harlot named Sister Flemming. Though he could not see her, he was close enough to smell her perfume. She was within an arms reach.
"I am going to make you an offer, harlot. From now on, while you are selling your body to the low lives and scum of the surface, you will be watched and protected by my people. You -need- our protection or else very bad things will happen to you. I figure you make one hundred thousand a week. You will pay us fourty percent of you're earnings. Do we have an understanding?"Sister Flemming's voice dripped with Sarcasm as she replied. This was present to both of the Slavers in the room. She reached her hand into the folds of her cloak, though Viz'aun could not see the movement.
"Sure. We have an understanding..."With that, she pulled her arm out of her cloak and began the workings of a spell. A pillar of flame and light erupted from the ceiling and landed on the head of the blind drow. His innate ability to resist magic absorbed the entirety of the spell, causing it to fizzle and dissipate. He exploded into action, using his staff as a weapon. A moment later, the woman laid unconscious on the floor. Madara stripped her of her possession and hefted her up on to the table. He tied her down firmly, then looked to Viz'aun.
"Gather some acid from the lab. If she wont work for us, then we will scar her so badly that naut even the lowliest of dogs would lay with her. You should have taken the forty percent, harlot. I warned you that without our protection, bad things would happen to you. If only you had listened..."He waited quietly, standing a few paces from the table where she was tied down. He was ready in case she awoke. She laid motionless for many minutes and Viz'aun remained ever still, waiting for his associate to return.
Madara soon resurfaced from the laboratory. In his hands he held a glass vial full of acid. He slowly poured the contents onto Sister Flemming's face. Viz'aun smirked with content as he could hear her flesh bubble and sizzle as the acid did its work. On to her chest Madara carved
"Crow Was Here" He then turned her on her side, as far as the shackles could permit and carved
"The Commanders Favorite Spot" on the small of her back. Viz'aun could not see this carving or perhaps he would have scolded Madara. The harlot woke, seconds later screaming in incoherant partial sentances. The pain was far too great for her to bare. The two Slavers allowed her to scream for nearly a half hour before finally, Viz'aun gave the nod to Madara and the elf silenced her for good. They pulled her from the table and opened a portal to the Amia Forest.
Dragging her corpse, Madara walked through the forest toward the cross roads. He hummed a soft tune as he drug her along. Viz'aun followed silently, using his staff to guide his steps and listening to Madara's humming to determine his location. The forest cross roads were empty save for a single ranger standing guard. Together, the elf and drow made short work of him, before tending to the corpse in their possession. Madara withdrew a long pike from a magical bag of holding on his hip and positioned it in the center of the cross roads. Viz'aun waited in silence as the elf lifted the dead harlot and then he took comfort in the sickening sound of her flesh sliding down the splintered wooden post. The blind elf could hear a woman approaching from the south. He motioned to Madara, with his portal wand in hand and the duo vanished, returning to their safe house...
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