-What is this? – The bewildered Cahenean stuttered as he became aware of the pointy tip that threatened to pierce his stomach - W-Who are you?
-I’ve told you, you silly – The strange lady chuckled amused, nodding towards an invisible presence behind him as he simultaneously felt the sting of another spike pressed to his back – My name is Ajora, this is my friend Iktan… And you are our catch.
-What do you want from me? – Maldor cried out, his fingers instinctively trying to reach the weapon hanging from his waist before being abruptly pushed to the ground and getting all the air knocked out of his lungs.
The reprimanding sound of a tongue scornfully being clicked at him made him look up to find a masked Yahurian man towering over his crumpled body with a spear firmly aimed at his neck.
