�What do you mean we got the wrong one?�

A much sterner and grizzle voice responded �He ain�t no angel!�

�Yah, but we got the one that came.�

�But he is too early. Where are the others?�

�Others?� The first voice began to sound defensive, but also not wanting to invoke the one who sounded to be his superior. �There were no others, boss.�

�Yeah, others�four others. Where are they, you incompetent moron!�

�I didn�t see no others. We were just there last night, and there were no others.�

At this point, the �boss� was beginning to become rather perturbed. Screaming helped to vent his frustration, and he took out his anger on his lackey by slapping him hard across the face. �And better yet, does THAT one look like a girl?� Shenya was sure that the two of them were going to come to blows at any point.

�A girl? You didn�t tell any of us we were looking for a girl!�

At this point, the boss spelled out what he had concluded to have repeated no less than a dozen times to the incompetent fools who had begun to gather around him. �The girl is the one with the correct blood. We need other half-blood, not this half-blood. My experiments don�t work on these kinds of worthless, mongrel half-breeds! Elves are not angels, you moron! Anything tainted with human blood is completely useless.� His voice suddenly became calm, almost frightening, and Shenya had problems deciphering his last comments. �Now, go get the REAL half-breed, or I will chop you up and make you my next experiment. GO!�

Shenya quickly returned after she heard the footsteps of most likely 2 or 3 creatures, followed by a heavy sigh of exasperation that could only have come from the �boss�. She related all that she had heard to the group, and they decided that they would set a trap at the second secret door. They wedged it closed, surmising that it may be an escape route for whoever might be in the other room (most likely the �boss�), and decided to confront him head on.