The elf nodded, then drew his sword. "Traitor, double cursed!" he shouted. Then he slashed out, striking Duinn across the chest.
Even had Duinn wanted to defend himself, he was in no shape to do so. He staggered back, feeling the bright pain of the wound. "Fells," he cursed. "Did ya have to cut so deep?" Then his back met the ground.
Bodb was there, kneeling over him with worry etched across his face. "Damn you, and your comrades besides," the young elf said in disappointment. “Why must you betray every instinct I’ve ever owned? I wanted to trust you.”
"By... following me... around?" Duinn managed to gasp.
"He came to speak for the Priestess, lord," the silver elf was saying. "He wanted me to join with those outside the gate."
Bodb vanished from Duinn's sight as he stood again. Duinn
