Snippet #1796148

Soldriin Torafiin

Soldriin shifted in his sitting position, taping the fingers on his lower arms together. He tilted his head to the side and gave a snort of discontent. "The scent of sveet ambrosia is no more for I am locked in his place. Subdued by handheld sunder and caged like a common zoo animal. Vat dignity is sere left?" He said, his voice deep as his demonic heritage would bring to him. he tapped the claws of his fighting hands on the floor, looking his 'caretaker' over. He noticed that she didn't look him in the eye. He snorted once again.

"I also see no reason call me by a number, and the date of my birth no less. I am called Soldriin. In drow and in your human tongue. Slack in my arm bands vould do vell for my arms vill vaste avay." The dreagloth stood and moved to the wall of his cell, leaning on it as if to stay out of the light. "If sat does not indicate sat I understood you, then you humans are more foolish then I sought or I am bitter." Soldriin last words were laced in bitter contempt for the female before him. For most humans in fact. He could only name a hand full of humans that he had some trust for, including a blind elderly woman that left him food and treated him with kindness, even with knowing that he was an abomination in the eyes of humans and his elven cousins. However, that was gone here. He crossed his smaller arms and tapped the claws of his fighting arms on the floor in a tune. A rhythm that he knew from the district he lived near for years. The sounds of the city night markets, where no one was really turned away.