Hearing the cleric and mage confirm his worst thoughts, the dwarf strode forward while the ‘witch’ was still confused. Crouching down beside her, Feldard struck ‘Saeth’ a backhand to keep her dazed and unable to cast any magic . “What is your name? Come on, tell me. Now! Or I will strike again!” He roughly grabbed her by the collar of her garb and shook her as she lay on the floor. He harried the elfmaid, mercilessly, keeping her mentally unfocused and off balance. Or so he hoped.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind, dwarf?” said Saeth as she tried to defend herself.
This somewhat unique approach rather took Miklos aback, he was too stunned to say anything. He awaited what the elf had to say. Probably something about amnesia and repeatedly saying ‘it’s me’ or some other non-committal response. Still he felt a more civilized reaction from the dwarf would have been better.
“Stay your hand Feldard!” snapped the priest. “Despite everything we do not know her condition. It is a guess.” he said with a sideways look at the mage. “We are all close enough to stop her putting a spell on us, wouldn’t you agree Miklos? Give her peace to answer the question.”
Nicolai folded his arms and shook his head. He returned to his previous task of scouting the area, at least he could try and ensure they warned of impending danger.
Then he had a thought.
“Trapped in these statues would the witches have some way to talk to each other? To err…. ‘feel’ each other without actually being there? They’ve done a lot here in a short time and that needs organizing. Remember that prison cell above had been recently occupied? We reckoned it was one of the elves so they can’t have been actually doing anything ‘emselves for long. So they have to be able to talk eh?”
He paused. “So they’re going to know that she’s been free’d yes?”
At Nicolai’s words, Miklos slowly turned he head toward him. He couldn’t deny the possibility. “Bugger.” he said.
Hasan could hardly make head or tail of the situation they found themselves in. Nicolai’s unexpected verbal explosion utterly defeated the elf’s still strained sense of the humans’ common tongue, though the fact that the human chose to string his first sentences together at the same moment that the dwarf’s began to abuse Saeth surely didn’t help matters. Hasan joined his companions in trying to restrain the dwarf.
The elf recovered, and backed away from the dwarf. “Why do you all look at me so?” She stayed in a defensive posture, and made no move for her weapons or to cast any spells.
Suddenly she broke into a mad dash, sprinting toward the nearest alcove.