(A Silver and Zero production) Plaything

[Maero]

"Im not lying." Evoline said with conviction. "I...Im sure Im not!" She bit her lip as Master left. He had treated her well, she didnt want to be lying to him, and even though she was mostly sure she was telling the truth, her past was rather cluttered and misty, she couldnt be sure.

"What we need is that girl! Supply her to us!" The orc emissary said angrily. "Damn it, me and all my men are going to die, all because you wont hand over some slave bitch!" He screamed, pulling out his short sword. His men began to do the same, but stopped mid draw as they heard the familiar sound of straining bow strings. The emissary looked around at the various sharp projectiles pointed right at him, looking at a loss. "I have to have her, even if you kill me for it. I can die here, or I can die when I get back." He readied his sword. "I'll save the grim reaper a trip."