For Salphur:
Night fell and a strange silence settled on the elvish settlement. Yet slowly a feeling of unease approached. Suddenly with only the slightest warning all hell was unleashed. Arrows flew all over the place and orcs swarmed in. The elves tried mounting a resistance, but when the trolls started arriving they were quickly subdued. Only a small group of elves remained standing around their leader, the old man, who had earlier interrogated Salphur. All this Salphur could see from up high, from his cage.
A shape appeared next to Salphur, but before he could identify it his cage door had been opened and the shape flew up and lowered his cage. At ground level a tall human-looking figure was waiting for him. Just then an explosion could be heard from where the remaining elves were making their last stand. Looking over Salphur could see the last of the elves using the amulet to teleport away after having discharged a massive spell against several trolls who now lay dead. It was the old elf. His voice carried over the whole din of the battle.
"Our vengeance shall reach you one day, Salphur"
And then he was gone. The human-figure next to Salphur spoke in a quiet voice.
"My master, Arandor has given me instructions as to where to take you. Are you ready to go?"
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