Elwyn nodded at the information, it was impossible to tell whether he was pleased or not with the news. He simply crossed his arms, and turned around, cloak flapping in the desert wind.
Inrii could detect no magic from the hieroglyphs on the pillars, they seemed to be simple carvings on the stone, her true seeing did, however, reveal a small seam in the column, like a door, or a cover piece. But before she could take any action, the fake stone slid down, revealing a small cubby where two men sat. Both wore masks over their face, making their identities impossible to catch. One turned to look at Inrii, but his eyes focused on Elwyn. His fingers twitched, and the second man leapt into action. Elwyn barely had time to turn around before a pair of chain wrapped around his body, and with horrifying cracks tightened. As the chains loosened, Elwyn slumped to the ground, like a puppet with its strings cut.
A fight need not end with the death of participant. A fight also ends when the desire to do violence is gone.Zyeke