Silvie's head snapped up, her emerald eyes blazing with fury. "Release us, you filthy bandit scum!" Her voice echoed off the damp stone walls, raw with anger and defiance.
Beside her, Lyrian closed his eyes briefly, a soft sigh escaping his lips. 'I told her to conserve her energy...'
Amar didn't even glance in her direction. He gestured sharply to the guards behind him. "Move them. Now."
Rough hands grabbed chains, yanking prisoners to their feet. The elves stumbled, their weakened bodies protesting. Those who moved too slowly were shoved forward with brutal efficiency. Silvie's anger burned hotter at being completely ignored—her words meaningless to these brutes.
"Silvie." Lyrian's voice was quiet, meant only for her ears. "Patience. Save it."
She bit her tongue, her jaw aching with the effort of holding back another outburst, and allowed herself to be pushed along with the others.
