Eryndra's horror

Eryndra marched forward, leading her elven army through the dense forest. The trees swayed gently, the leaves rustling as if whispering to one another, but just as they had expected, none of the plants attacked them. They were normal—too normal. The true challenge wasn't the forest or monsters itself. It was finding Drakarra.

She already had a plan.

Inside a rusted iron cage, a man sat trembling. He was human, but not an innocent one. He was a criminal, a vile man they had specifically requested from Eldra. 

Eryndra looked at him with disgust, memories of his crime flashing through her mind. He had harmed a child in a way that she couldn't even begin to think, something she could never forgive. A part of her whispered that they should let Drakarra end him, but she shook her head.

"We must not soil our ancestor with this filth," she muttered.