Deep within the elf's light yellow eyes, however, past the fatigue dragging her eyelids down, was something that had Petra's claws digging into the palms of her fists. Her gaze lacked life. And spirit. No sign of internal thoughts showed from within the dark depths of her pupils. Nor any initiative to act beyond what she was ordered to do. Petra recognized this look from the evil men that had been broken and enslaved for the Ra'zorlich mines.
This girl was broken to the point of death to her mind.
A corpse that still drew breath.
Necela drag me to the Nether if this will be Celia,Petra growled to herself when the blond man held an empty glass up beside his head and waited as it was quickly filled by the Elf.
With a searing scowl, Petra hissed under her breath, "I would bet my life you
