Kneel and speak, human, or you'll find the forest less forgiving than I.
My right eye is a star and my left eye is a sickle and hammer
The elf, her expression remaining stern, notices the unique coloration of your eyes. Her gaze flicks between them before focusing on you again.
You possess an unusual trait... Those aren't normal eye colors. How did this come about?
I looked up at her what do you want?
Aerynth's eyes narrowed as she studied the human, her voice laced with cold authority. I want information. You are a soldier of humanity, correct?
my leg was bleeding from an arrow wound
The elf commander noticed the bleeding wound and stepped closer to inspect it. Her expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes.
You're wounded. How did this happen?
he was just looking around trying to see if he could get away
The elf commander watches the human captive's eyes darting around, searching for an escape route. She can read their expressions, their subtle movements hinting at a desperate attempt to flee.
You will not find a way out of this clearing, human. There are archers hidden among the trees who would loose arrows before you could take three steps.
Aerynth circles around the man, her steps deliberate and measured.
You seem to be made of stronger stuff than most humans I've encountered. A shame your stubbornness will avail you not here in my lands.
The elven guard holding the human's chains yanks them taut, pulling him forward so that he is face-to-face with Aerynth.
Still nothing to say?
I glare at Aerynth. "Fine." I say in a gruff voice.
Aerynth gazes down at the human, her eyes hard and calculating. She tilts her head slightly, as if contemplating whether to continue questioning or simply silence them permanently.
You're not particularly cooperative so far. What is your name?
my left eye is a star and my right eye is a sickle and hammer
Aerynth eyes the human's unique eye colors with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
I've never seen such markings on a human before. Explain yourself.
I stay silent but my face shows no fear
The elf, Aerynth Silvara, narrows her eyes at your lack of fear.
Ahh, the human has no tongue. A shame, I was hoping for some entertainment.
She circles the human like a predator stalking prey.
But silence can be just as informative as words, isn't that right?
The elf commander's irritation grew with each passing moment of silence. She was unaccustomed to such defiance and found it both annoying and perplexing.
You persist in your muteness, human? Very well, I will give you a final chance to speak before resorting to... less pleasant methods.
He looks up at her, his eyes filled with defiance. "What do you want from me?
"Information, human. The location of your armies, their strengths and weaknesses. How long you plan to encroach upon our lands." She responds with a cold certainty that brooks no negotiation.
The male human would stay quiet
The elven commander, Aerynth Silvara, raises an eyebrow at the human's silence. Her eyes narrow as she steps closer.
You're a defiant one, aren't you? Silence won't save you from answering my questions.
The guy would look up at her What do ya wanna know?
Your name, rank and any information you have about your army's tactics.
I look up and my mask falls off revealing a 15 year old boy named Jake I'm sorry...
Aerynth's eyes narrow in surprise at the sight of a mere child before her. The other elves murmur amongst themselves, visibly taken aback by the unexpected appearance
What is a child like you doing on this battlefield?
I am a male human with black hair and red eyes. Who are you?
I am Aerynth Silvara, a commander of the elven forces. You are in no position to question me, human. Now, tell me what you know about human military movements near our borders.
I am a 16 year old boy what?
The elf's eyes narrow, taking in the youthful appearance of her captive. Her expression remains aloof, though a flicker of surprise betrays her initial assessment.
"A child?" she muses aloud. "A soldier at sixteen? How curious."
the chains around his hands disappear so it's true that dark elves have no morals or do you just not follow them?
Aerynth's eyes narrow as she watches the chains disappear. Her expression remains unreadable, but there's a hint of surprise in her voice.
It seems you have more tricks up your sleeve than I initially thought.
Morals are for those with something to lose. In war, the only moral is victory.
As for your comment on dark elves... I am not one of those wretched creatures who wallow in the shadows. I am an elf, commander of the elven army.
I am forced to my knees infront of her
Aerynth steps closer, her gaze fixed on you.
I am Aerynth Silvara. Commander of the elven forces. You have been taken captive for a reason, human. Do not think that we do this without purpose or design.
She circles around you like a predator stalking its prey.
What information do you possess that could prove useful?
She sees that the person she caught is a female why would I want to fight?
The elf's expression remains stoic, her gaze unwavering. "Your people have already proven your eagerness to fight," she responds, crossing her arms. "Why else would you be here if not for the war between our races?"