Chapter 357: Nameless
Thin yet sturdy ropes coiled around Tauri’s immobile body in a tight grip. Several ropes were wrapped around her throat, slowly choking her to death. She wanted to move, she wanted to scream and burn the ropes away, but the voice of the goblin chieftain gave her a fearful pause.
“An orc, I should have guessed,” Jahn glared at her. “Don’t try to resist. My hunters will snap your neck with a single tug if you do.”
“Let her go,” Stryg said coldly.
Jahn finally glanced at him, “And who might you be, drow…? Wait. No. You’re not a drow.”
“I am Stryg, son of Blood Fang and if you don’t let my friend go I will kill everyone on that rooftop.”
Jahn pulled his lips back in a snarl, “Friend…?”
A shiver ran down Stryg’s back at the sight of the angered chief. How he had feared the chieftain’s ire as a child. None save First Mother had ever been able to calm the chieftain when he fell into a rage. Many goblins had died for defying a Sylvan chieftain, far more had died for much less.
But Stryg was no longer a child. He planted his feet on the ground and stared at the chieftain in his bright yellow eyes. “Yes, she is my friend. As is the drow behind me.”
At his words, Plum lowered her hood. The sunset reflected off her glasses, though it did little to hide the fear in her blue eyes.