“Lavender’s blue, diddle, diddle…” Dolain was perched at the top of a stack of crates. His legs dangled over the edge, his heels tapping against the wood in time as he recited the song. He hummed lightly, before continuing softly, “Lavender’s green, when I am king, diddle diddle, you shall be queen…” The elf glanced around the dusty warehouse. Except for his singing, it was fairly quiet. The warehouse had been abandoned since the Blight. Parts of the roof were falling out and the windows were boarded up so barely any of the afternoon sun peeked through.
He had been waiting for some time, but Dolain was use to it. Lately, the gang had been setting him up to be the one to wait at the more elaborate traps. It was alright with him, the traps were often his own work and he was interested to see how well they did.
Dolain didn’t doubt that the little sister of a gang member would bring a target soon enough. Shem were too easily swayed by a pretty crying elf and a sob story. He had no doubt one would be walking into the trap soon enough.
“Down in the vale, diddle diddle, where flowers grow, and the birds sing, diddle diddle, all in a row…” He carved an apple with a sharp dagger while waiting. The peelings of the apple fell to the ground, “A brisk young man, diddle…” He paused, “diddle…..” The elf fell silent as he heard voices and footsteps approaching. Making sure he was well-hidden in the shadows, Dolain shifted on the crate. He held the apple and dagger still. The elf grinned as the girl darted into the warehouse and ran around the trap to disappear into the backroom.
Dolain held his breath as in the next moment a shem walked in. He bit his lower lip, staying still as the man called out. The elf tried to hide his excitement as the human walked closer and closer to the trap. When the rope slithered around the shem’s foot and instantly whirled the man into the air, Dolain punched his fist into the air in a small victory gesture. He had worried that the rope would be too weak or the hook would have given out from the pulley system. Dolain was pleased to see that so far, the trap was successful.
Chuckling softly to himself, he jumped down from the crates. He landed on his feet, making dust rise up in a cloud from the floor. Dolain sauntered over to the man. The elf had moved to tie the shem’s hands… but it seemed the shem was unable to bend up to untie himself anyways, “How pathetic.” Dolain murmured, a grin upon his lips. He dug his dagger into the apple he was holding absently, as he began to circle the human. After cutting the fruit in half, he placed his dagger back into his belt.
“Aren’t you a nice shem, trying to help poor little knife-ear girls in abandoned warehouses.” Dolain paused in front of the man, tilting his head a bit trying to make eye contact even though Ordhan was upside down. It was a rather mocking gesture. He took a large bite of the apple.
“Want some?” He asked once finished chewing, gesturing to the second half of the apple.