Snippet #918542

The impassive General listened without interruption to the Dark Elf's rambling. His eyes remained as cold and dull as when he had first saw her, no hint of sympathy as he observed her grievous wounds. Slowly, Nhil's blood was siphoned off the ground by one of the mages so he could step forward without dirtying himself in the filth of the traitor's blood. And to listen closely. The first words were the most important, even if they were scrambled and incoherent. Suddenly, the dwarven bear rider interrupted rudely, causing Fong to raise a hand to silence Ebon for the moment, before turning to him.

"N-now wait jus' a damned minute! I'm still needin' to report to a General 'ere! I have message from Commander Grashstone o' the Iron Mountains o' the North!" He had said. Fong looked back at him with eyes that seemed to radiate hostile disdain.

"I see, dwarf. However, if you wanted to report to the General here, why were you sitting around and gawking while she was getting killed? If your message is so important, your worthless hide would have interrupted the battle to stop the man from killing her, traitor or no traitor. Your report can wait a little while longer, mongrel, because apparently you can sit there and watch an assassination attempt on the person you were supposed to report to but you can't wait until she's finished relaying some very important information to me! Wait a dear moment, trash, you will report what you have to say to me when I am finished!" He said sharply, his eyes kindling a low ember that seemed to make him all the more threatening. Without waiting for a response, he turned back and let Ebon continue speaking.

Once again, however, her report was interrupted again by the healer. General Fong stopped her again, turning his ice-cold wrath on the mage now.

“Sir.. her body has been through a great deal.. we should let her rest.. you can question her on the morrow.” She said, her heart in the right place, but saying it to the wrong person at the wrong time.

"I will not, healer. In all respect, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. You do not know as much about interrogation as I, and these moments are the most important, as you failed to see. You shall shut up, and do your job before I give you fifty lashes for insubordination!" He snarled.

Finally, he listened to the last words of Ebon's excuse. ”I won’t let someone catch me by surprise again… the loss in the battle today.. and this tonight.. I claim responsibility for it.. totally.. please do not take it out on my men.”

The healer then frowned at Fong, something Fong completely ignored. He nodded once, and replied calmly to Diloxi.

"Very well, General. If you claim full responsibility for your actions, you know the consequences. Because of your earlier failures, and your incompetent security that nearly had you killed, tommorow in the afternoon you will be flogged in front of your entire army as stated by seventeenth decree of warfare. I expect to see you there, or you will receive a formal discharge from this army."

Without waiting for a response, General Fong, Liu-Wen turned and left the premises, not before looking at the dwarf coldly. "You will report to my tent and make your report there. Or, you will wait until General Ebon is finished with her flogging and has completely recuperated. It is your choice, seeing how you lack the knowledge about the definition of 'urgent'." He said.