"Enough of this..." Malmir grunted, releasing the arm of the hostage he had been holding. The small man, clearly little more than a teenager, fell to the floor and rubbed his aching arms. The elf's grip had been hard, manically hard even, and scarlet streaks were evident on the olive skin of the labourer. The minstrel cast his eyes about as was his habit and quickly took in the darkened shape of the doorway that Wanda had passed through some time previously. "I'm going to find out what's taking our friends so long, that is, unless anyone of you have any objections to that? If you do," he said, spreading his arms to indicate the burly forms of Johann and Werner, "then my companions and I will be willing to discuss it with you!"
Without waiting for a reply, Malmir strode towards the doorway.
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