“Tsk tsk tsk,” he said, drawing the knife up to Glover’s neck now, “I was hoping you’d know more. Ah well. Lokka’s time will come soon enough.”

The knife dug in where his jaw met his ear, and he cried out. “I told you everything I know! You gotta let me go…we….we made a deal!”

“I don’t make deals with slavers,” the elf said as he put pressure on the knife and broke the skin of Glover’s vulnerable neck, “Besides…my Maiden wants her first decree to be a success.”

Glover screamed and thrashed, but the elf was stronger and pinned him to the ground with his knees. He dragged the knife through his neck, sawing through his flesh with the dull blade. The blood was spilling down his throat, filling his lungs, choking him; his cries were nothing but strangled gurgles now. Everything was going dark.

“And whatever my Maiden wants, she gets.”

Revas of Clan Lavellan - Banal’ras, Shadow of the Maiden