The Paladin in the Abyss

"Thank you," Lancelot reached out and caught the longbow passed to him, "My name is Lancelot."

"There’s one more thing I need to remind you," the Elf still held on without letting go, "this place is different from the world you came from, death isn’t the end of life, although it indeed takes something away."

"What do you mean?"

"Should you meet that madam again in the future, don’t be too surprised," the Elf named Soveris let go of his hand and shrugged at the human knight, "Of course, I believe you have the ability to finish her off once more, provided you don’t use the same tactics."

"Who exactly is this madam?" Bruto couldn’t help but ask.

"A hateful, pitiful, and pathetic madwoman, who is also a prisoner of this valley, just like you and me," Soveris answered meaningfully, "That’s all I can say for now. This building hasn’t been thoroughly cleared, so please excuse me for leaving first."

"Thank you," Lancelot nodded, regardless of the other’s motives, at least the attitude was friendly.

The Elves led their subordinates away to search the remaining corners of the dungeon, while Lancelot and his companions retraced their steps along the path they had come. The doors that could be bolted from the outside were left open, and they made their way back to the surface unobstructed; their attackers, who wore no emblems, didn’t hinder them but simply observed with curious eyes.