"Me, too." Nope. No alliance. "What can I do to get out of here? Besides dying? Or pain?"

"Look, I'm only going to explain this one last time, we need him for intel, one more word from you Soul-Catcher, You'll have to pay in gold . . . or in blood. (that's the Orcish law, there is no jail just blood.)

"Now...can someone heal my leg? Damn, it hurts."

"Sauriil, heal his leg." 

"Fine."

Sauriil grumbles, 'Only enough that it doesn't hurt idley.' He does exactly so.

'Makor, I will keep an I on him, with your permission.' I whisper.

"Go ahead." Makor whispers

I cast a spell on him. That way I know what he is doing, where he is, what he is thinking and who he talking to. The spell magic engulfs Paalus' head and soon seeps inside. 'There, done. It cannot be reversed by another being. Only I can do so, only I have the Power to do so.'

"What is it, Bolzurg? Another village lost?" Makor asked.

I have another migrane. This time I see just one image. 'Sharog . . . is dead.'

"Sharog? Who?"

(is this RP or you don't actually don't know because if you don't it is my court wizard.)

"Shalog cannot die!"