The two were mounted on their drakes high above the Black Temple. The gentle rolling motion of the winged creatures beating time with their very breath, Bree turned to Taz and with a gulp let out a long, drawn out, loud belch in her direction.

“Gawd woman! I can smell that alcohol from here!” said Tazeria waving her small hand in front of her nose. Taz knew that her trusted friend was more than ready for the mission which lay before them but was compelled to ask anyway.

“ You good to go ‘Bree?’

“Aye.. I am indeed.”…hic.. and another burp bubbled forth.

Tazeria shook her head slightly and began to lower her drake in the direction of the east patio. They would have to repel down the side wall while stealthed and slip between half a dozen guards before they came to the faulty rock that loosly covered an old unused servant entrance. Once there, they would be at the mercy of the labyrinth of corridors and would have to rely on more instinct than knowledge to navigate their way to discover Ito’s exact location under the structure.

Dislodging the loose bricks was far easier and less noisy than Taz had expected, the corridor was damp and stunk of rot and mold. The walls slick with a dark slime that is only present in areas which have never seen the light of day. The pair silently made their way down hall after hall, descending lower with every step. A loud thud and simultaneous clanking of lock told them they had found their mark.

The guard guffawed as he bellowed” That’ll teach you scrub!” He yelled through the now duel locked and solid door. “ There was blood running down his meaty hand, and his left eye was swollen shut and bruised. “Yes! Taz thought excitedly… Ito lives! Rage filled her being at this foul smelling jailor and anger burned her chest that this pig would dare touch the man in the cell. She could….not…help… herself.

Enraged at the abuse she knew had taken place Tazeria howled and in one swift motion of her hand, laid her dagger across his meaty throat. “You DARE touch him you warthog!” She hissed in his face, his putrid breath mingling with her own. Bree slide in behind her and in a flash picked first one lock and then the second with her master thief skills.

‘ITO!’ ‘Bree yelled, a little too loudly, thru the door. And with that a large fist connected with the back of her head and all went dark.

Tazeria thrust her weight and might againt the huge mongrel she held at daggerpoint, using his body to force the now unlocked door to slam open and they fell in a heap on the muddy floor. His weight on her body nearly suffocating her with it’s stench. Her dagger flew across the small space.

The Orc grunted a chuckle and in what seemed to be a distorted smile, pulled her arms above her head.

“NO!” she struggled against his pressing form.

A low menacing growl began to rumble from the corner where Ito was chained. His muscles strained beyond known limits and the chains were unbolted from their very brick.

Ito, was unbound.