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Allemand was waiting in a back alley for Nokdren, after the fight they really didn’t have time to catch up and he needed Thea. Leaning on a wall, Nokdren came out with what looked like a map of Ernlian. Waving him over Allemand walked. “What is this?” he asked crossing his arms. Black dots smudged against the paper were revealed in a light in the alley. “Previous places where Thea has been spotted,” Nokdren said with a snarl and handed the rolled up map to him. Allemand took it and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you old friend, we must see eachother more often.” Repaying the decency, he did the same. “You know that can’t happen Allemand, now go.” What the man had said was true, discrimination thrived in the south, with a brief swipe of his hood he put it down and entered the streets of Kughgarum.

Elerralind was the only way off Ernlian besides the major port city Thol Maldir, there was no way out. Allemand knew that Thea had no coin while travelling and a segregated south prevented her from gaining any help. Jeromarid was his first stop on the map, he had already crossed the border of Unaomwen and was nearing the city.

Allemand had finally arrived in the segregated south and how he was going to get in the city of Jeromarid would be a bigger task than simply cloaking himself with his hood, no he would have to find another way. Drexel spoke of Thol Maldir having stationed troops down here, to spy on the city and its inhabitants, the Orcs. This society was different and Drexel, his leader had a good notion to send the men, they forbid any kind of racial discrimination within the walls. Besides the Elven population of Thol Maldir, they had fought previous battles and used the same tactics they used on Nendorei. How they are still standing is beyond Allemand, a Guillotine was provided for the chief of the Orc stronghold, he was later beheaded and made an example for all of Ernlian. No, the task would be great and only for just a piece of information, would it be worth it.

Allemand needed an alternative, weakness was noted in Thol Maldir, especially with him being a trusted advisor and hired bounty hunter. The Orcs used an underground system of tunnels which could provide access but they were always patrolled. It was the only way, finally garnering his confidence he made his way to the wooden hatch. He opened it and eased himself down into a dirty puddle of mud, he was now behind enemy lines.

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Allemand quivered his blade and dropped down in the dank puddle of mud and started to move amok buzzingly looking for a mask of camouflage. If he was spotted another chance to prevail would not rise. A rugged anchor loosely let a torch fasten to the wall and it lit the coarse hallway, he gave a closer examination and saw a shadow stirr on the opposite wall, an Orc. A rocky build of a man shuffled past but stopped halfway when an ounce of water dripped on his packed arm, the man aimed his eyes for the ceiling. The Orc sustained his glance for at least a gradual second before shifting and slowly advancing forward, Allemand sighed with relief and got down from the position. “Allemand,” the uttered voice was unclear and he looked around for where it had pulsated, “Here.” A colossal man stood before him and came down with a thrashing revolt that led straight to his head and he had no time to react.

Allemand’s unconscious body roughly hit the intruding rocks between the bordering cracked lines that sprawled throughout the ground while his aggressor dragged him by one foot.
The burly Orc rocked and it gradually sent Allemand to life while his head continued to be bombarded by the rocky surface. Dazed and confused, Allemand saw brief flashes of a man dragging him along in a foothold. They both reached a cell door with a molded cover and he opened it with a key, it dangled for awhile until meeting the keyhole and making a click as the door snapped freely. The Orc looked down at him, “Don’t worry Allemand, I’m sure they’ll like you here.” The man said it with an apparent tone of sarcasm and lobbed him against the wall.

Allemand laid submerged into the soil of the ground while soldiers bustled outside of the cell. All of a sudden a voice cracked through the silent air, despite the shuffle and clanking of boots outside, a women spoke. “Who is there,” Allemand said regaining his bearings and shifting to an upright position.

Allemand magnified the girl as she brushed specs of soil to the floor, she seemed arrogant. He kept close to the wall before he answered with a slight nod, “My name is Allemand.” In this situation no need of liying had arose yet so he didn’t. She was confined within the shadows and barely just enough light scuffed the edges of her skirt so it could be revealed. “What is your name?”