Three Drow women in black, yellow trimmed leather armor leaned against the wall in the middle of a long stone corridor, listening to the disturbance in the cell in front of them. The torch burning above their heads cast its weak light off their snow-white hair while their obsidian faces remained shrouded in darkness.
Two were smirking, and one was grinning wide with teeth as white as her hair catching the torchlight.
For the next small while, they listened to the swearing of the two fighters in the cell. Punches connected with flesh in powerful, audible hits. Bone smacked against stone several times, one being hard enough for the guards to hear a definitive crunch and cry of pain. Still, they stood silently by as the two men continued to duke it out. The grinning Elf had to smother her l
