Perlos half listened to Handorth and Findorak's conversation from where he sat, finishing his coney. 'What is he trying to do in drawing secret alliances?' Perlos wondered. 'It probably would not be as tense in here if the prisoner were killed. At least then we'd be off doing our own thing and wouldn't have these bothersome Orcs to deal with.' He sighed, knowing that these thoughts were futile and that it really was a good thing that they had this prisoner. He was tired of the raids and wars and liked the idea of being able to settle somewhere eventually. 'Bah! It's not even like the Elves plan to stay on Middle Earth in the long-term. Why can they not leave now?' This train of thought wasn't getting him anywhere, and he was becoming more ill-tempered by the second. 'Maybe I can interrogate the Elf and get some answers for myself,' he pondered. 'Now, if they'll just let me get close enough to the Elf again...'
He stood and moved closer to the group that was left guarding the Elf. "I've come to ask the prisoner a few questions... I give you my word he will come to no greater harm than perhaps a few bruises or small cuts," he said to Jerika.
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