Emerson watched as the headless elf slumped to the floor, blood gushing from the rather neat stump Abbadon's blade left behind. However, as much as he enjoyed watching elves getting torn limb from limb, they needed them for questioning.
"Relax, Abbadon. They're obviously not much of a threat.", Emerson said, slowly making his way toward the two rather terrified elves, "We need information. If you give us information, we might not kill you. I stress the "might" part of that last sentence."
The two elves exchanged glances, before one of them finally cleared his throat.
"We'll tell you anything you want to know. Anything, just please, please don't kill us. We never meant you harm you."
"I met a few dozen orcs earlier who said exactly the same thing.", Emerson laughed, gesturing toward the nearby pile of dead orc bodies, "So. We're looking for the Relic. Big item of great power I hear. Shame that nobody can find it. I don't suppose you two would know anything about this Relic, would you?"
The two elves trembeled with fear. They knew nothing, which would most certainly mean their deaths.
"Alright, Abbadon. Have your fun then. They obviously don't know what we're on about. Two weeks trekking up a mountain and the lead goes cold. Brilliant."
