"Where is Alvaro? I thought he was with you." Thramuelda asked her father as she followed him along with the newly arrived prisoners.
Her father gave her a quick, stern glance, "He came back to the castle to look for Gala."
A deep frown appeared on her face when she heard the unfamiliar name. "Gala? Who is Gala?" A subtle irritation in her voice was visible.
Two dwarven officers came running in their direction. Thrarumli expertly spun his sword in each of his hands and pushed them straight into the dwarves' guts. "She was the human that Alvaro was with when he came here to Dhorndur. He didn't mention her to you?" Her father replied as he pulled his swords back.
An uncomfortable emotion seeped into her; a nuance of anger slipped past in her eyes, "No. He didn't mention it to me." She admitted as she hung her head low.
Thrarumli silently observed his daughter and shook his head lightly. He knows what this is all about.
