He was enjoying these thoughts when he was suddenly alert. There were others about that seemed to have appeared without warning and this bothered him. He was about to look into this when five people stepped into his little camp. Two came quickly to his side and placed their strong hands upon his shoulders keeping him seated. Then in front of him the dark man with the mask stepped out with a very evil grin. One of the men with him was the savage. He also wore a carved mask over his eyes. The man before him was the same man that had touched him and Anash on the day of the ambush. He as holding a young girl by her wrist. It took a moment to realized who the girl was. He had not seen her in over two years and she had matured much in that time. It was Gaebrah. She was dressed in dragon scale armor now. Not the training gear he had seen her in when they left years ago. She was struggling, but the masked dark man was too strong. He was having no trouble holding her. Then the last one literally jumped in front of him. This was Marja the witch. She squatted in front of him and grabbed him by the jaw. Her grip was very strong. Just as strong as the two men that held him seated.

She grinned at his helplessness and her dark eyes glinted with evil. She moved closer than Migus wanted. She was barely clothed and the cleavage of her breast were almost forced into his face, “Your thinking about that slave master. Did he die? I hope he did. He almost ruined the show. I knew ye were coming. I knew ye were in the trees. It was a delight to see the look on Avris’s face as she rode past me into that precious little village. Was she able to rescue the slaves? Or did she fail?” She emphasized the word fail as she ran her free hand over his head and gave a look of disappointment. “I so wish that you guards of the dragons would not braid your hair. I’m tempted to unbraid it just so I can run my fingers through.”

“What do you want?”

“So you can speak. I wondered if Avris had cut off more than your manhood.”

Migus furled his eyebrows at her, “Go ahead and kill me, witch! That’s want ye want. Ye want my blood!”

Her face lost its grin and became even more evil, “I NOT A WITCH!” She slapped him hard, then began to grin evilly again, “I am Marja the Sorceress.” She then ran her fingers softly over his face, “Oh, I do not want thy blood. Ye are too old and too valuable. I do want blood and I shall have Gaebrah’s blood.”

Migus tried to get up, but they held him with out any trouble. He glared at the witch.

“Aahh this pains you. I like that,” looking a moment at the masked man holding Gaebrah, “This dark man wants your soul to suffer with pain,” she let go of his face and stood up. Then quickly she turned around and tossed some powder in his face. He gasped in surprise and coughed as some got into his lungs. Then all went dark.

More of Dancer:

chapter 16:  Traitor

chapter 17:  The Wedding

chapter 18:  Boredom