The Elf Archer

"Get that sword away from me, you bastard!" she yelled, pushing herself backward and hitting the wall. "Ouch... Can you untie me? Please? I won't run away, promise."

"I will if you tell me a bit about these monarchs," Neraxis bargained.

"Ha! You want answers when you dress like them? I call bullshit, no way are you not one of them with that weird white hair of yours! You look just like their leader!" she said, squirming on the ground.

"If I were their leader, you'd already be dead, idiot," he replied with a sigh and proceeded to ask questions. "What are the monarchs? How long have they been around? Why are they sporting that hyena symbol?"

"You are a liar, but if you are a truthful liar, then I shall tell you," she stated, looking to the side while grinding the ropes tying her on a sharp rock.