"We should put the Surviving Shira to the question."
Do you do it?
Infragilus presses his spear against the weakened Shira's throat, ready to deal a killing blow if it tries to teleport away.
"I know your kind. By your very nature you value your own life over those of your allies. A bluff to appear brave and self-sacrificing will not fool me. Your only chance to prolong your lifespan beyond this moment is to answer this question honestly: Where is your general?"
Pulls out her skinning knife and runs the edge across the Shria's fur.
"You would be wise to listen to the man, A Shira pelt would be a fine addition to my collection."