It had only been two days, but Tyran felt like he could have gathered far more intelligence - instead he had been given meaningless tasks, and mostly did clerical work for Dagon.
Tonight had been no different. Instead of being able to talk to the other humans, or even poke around the place properly, he had been kept in Dagon's office where he polished his armor while his captor looked over paperwork.
So far, he had gathered a few things - one; Dagon was perceptive and did not keep his eyes off of him - and two; he didn't trust the woman who claimed to be second in command. There was some air about her he just didn't care for.
He had wanted to spy on her, but never got the chance to do so. As he mulled over a new strategy, Dagon's words interrupted him.
"Human - get me that tonic from Lady Ashter as quickly as you can. My head is starting to hurt again, and I need to complete my work."
