Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Ashal took some advantage of his alone time, he looked around the room for something to cut the rope binding his hands and tried to sort everything out in his head. It seemed that there was little chance of a clean escape and even less of a chance for a rescue so he would have to be careful and do something if an opportunity presented itself. For the moment he was looking for something to cut the rope restricting his movements. Unfortunately for him he didn't have enough time to act even after eyeing a knife on one of the tables, the female general came back to her tent a little to quickly. In fact the only reason she didn't catch him over near the knife was the sound from the men outside, practically alerting him to her presence. Ashal went back to his spot on the ground and sat back down, his head pointed downwards and his hands still completely secure, much to his annoyance. It was lucky for him that the woman didn't seem to realize he had been moving around moments before but it was no reason to get comfortable, he still had no idea why she had him brought to her room. Besides, it wasn't just him, if any of his tribesmen were still breathing he had a duty to find out and this woman could tell him so long as he was skillful about it. The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath put him on edge, his first thought being that she intended to kill him herself, take his head out as some sort of morale destroyer or to prove a point, what he hadn't expected was for it to lift his chin up. The surprise didn't show on his face, the hatred was still present, his sharp eyes starring up at the woman before him without the slightest hint of fear or hesitation. She was rather intoxicating despite the situation, her body more beautiful than most and every part of her screamed sexy. His dislike of her far outweighed the effects of her body though and as she asked for a name he kept his cool, not giving away all of his cards immediately. First he knew her opinion of his people, she believed them to be worthless idiots. That was an advantage for him, he could feign ignorance and make her lower her guard, not show that he knew her language and make it seem as though he was just another stupid tribal warrior with nothing but brawn. It was a good plan, the element of surprise would be his when the time came, he just had to play it close to the chest, make sure that she didn't find him so irritating that she cut his throat as she no doubt would, his small cut simply a warning. The hardest part of playing dumb was stopping his natural reactions to what she was saying, asking his name was one thing, it wasn't hard to figure out what that meant for anyone, but as she spoke on about torturing his friends he had to focus not to let his anger show and remain rather calm. Of course looking on the bright side helped, her ability to torture them meant they were still alive and it was something. Pain and suffering were not important, the small nick on his neck didn't even phase him, all that he wanted to do was save his people and find a way to destroy the tyrant in front of him. Ashal... When he finally responded it was one word, his given name and he even thickened his accent to make sure he sounded like any other member of his tribe. Other than that he said nothing, staring up at her defiantly and waiting for her to make the next move, itching to see a nice wide opening.