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Zennenn rose to his feet and bowed before his Matron "My thanks, Mistress. I serve only those who are strong and the weak are ruled by the strong, and you are anything but weak. It is an honour to serve you." He stood with his head bowed waiting for his Mistress to address him. The drow with Nizzre through his kidneys snarled, "At least I die as a warrior.." he hissed in pain, "I was... offered... the... chance to... have your daught-" he cut off, in too much agony. The one who lay prostrate whispered, "Mistress, show mercy, I beg of you... I had no choice, I told them nothing of value, I swear. I have always served you!" he begged, in terror. One of the other condeemed snarled, "You sniverling wretch, have some backbone! You betrayed the mistress and lost. Die as a drow and not as a slave."
Sui'aerl looked on amused. "You tratiors are all dead anyway. Why should it matter? Your hides shall be hung as a warning to others and you are disgraced. You're lower the slaves."
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