To The Victor: Elvish Pride

The ale was cold and the fire warm, that was all that mattered. At least that's what Galdbrand The SilverBlade told himself as he settled into the only orc sized booth at the small tavern in a gnomish village. The ceiling was too low to stand properly, the portion sizes were pitiful by normal sized standards, and the music was some strange churning instrument that sounded like someone torturing a cat. But the ale was cold, the fire was warm, and he was no longer on some Godsforsaken mountain killing frost drakes.

"Need more ale sir?" A small gnomish waitress asked as she came by, a towering stack of empty plates and goblets balanced perilously on her hip. Galdbrand nodded and raised his empty tankard. She laughed and rushed off without another word, only to return moments later with a large (by gnomish standards) pitcher of the amber liquid.

"Take the jug, save's me coming every time you take a sip for a refill. Boss wants to know if you'll need a room for the night, only got one with a bed big enough for ya and he wants to go ahead and get it reserved if you will." She smiled. He nodded and pulled two gold and a silver from his purse.

"One for the drinks and another plate of food, one for the room. Silver's for you" He muttered. Her eyes lit up as she snatched the coins with a gleaming smile. She curtseyed happily and rushed back to the bar to tell the barman the news. Galdbrand swigged his ale and sighed, relaxing his sore muscles. He'd gone into the mountains with a mercenary company, but when they'd discovered some ancient ruins halfway through the job they'd abandoned him and it to the elements and dove in. Probably never to be seen again. He'd had to kill close to twenty frost drakes that had been raiding local farms and villages all on his own, and he bore some new scars and soreness from the ordeal. He just wanted to relax, in truth he wanted a hot bath, but the city's hot springs closed at dusk so he'd have to wait for the next day.

A loud clanging from the bar turned his focus from his drink to a party of silver cloaked individuals making a ruckus at the counter. Two taller figures flanked a shorter one that had its fist slammed down on the old wood, not gnomish short, but maybe 5 '5. "And I'm telling you peasant that if I don't receive that room immediately I'll have your head and it" They snarled in the kind of lilting lyrical voice that could only be an elf.

"I'm afraid it's already reserved by that gentleman over there sir. If you'd like to work something out with him, that's between the two of you. But if you don't mind your manners you'll be sleeping in the cold tonight, possibly in the permafrost cells if the town guard needs calling." The small Gnomish barkeep growled, turning his back and tending to other patrons. The cloaked elf spun on Galdbrand, as did their two companions. All that sort of ethereally pretty elves seemed to be with angular features and skin so fair it seemed to glimmer in the light. A sharp contrast to the rough hewn and dark moss green skin of orcs. Elves were notorious for their superiority complex, not all shared it, but the ones who did were insufferable.

"You there, Orc, this innkeeper tells me you've reserved his only room with a tall man's bed. If that's true I'll need you to relinquish it so that myself and my companions may sleep comfortably. I'll pay you whatever you paid for it so that you're fairly compensated" The leader, an effeminate young male elf snapped, holding up a gold coin like a treat for a mutt. Galdbrand sighed and sipped his ale. Elves were mostly androgynous by nature. There was a joke amongst the kingdoms that elf children only knew whom their father and mother were by whose teats they suckled. But this particular whiny cunt was especially pretty for a male elf, if also especially abrasive.

"No thanks. Had a long day on the road and I'm not interested in sleeping rough tonight" He called back with as friendly a tone he could muster for the fool who seemed to be racing to make an ass of himself and an enemy of the whole bar. The elf glared and one of his companions stepped to the edge of Galdbrand's table.

"Please, we have also had a long day of travel. And while I'm sure a rugged adventurer such as yourself is used to sleeping in... less than optimal accommodations, our liege is accustomed to luxury. He'll likely be unable to sleep in the smaller beds in the other rooms." They said as politely as they could muster, though there was an edge of 'I'm doing my job here don't make it hard' to their voice. Galdbrand rolled his eyes and stood from the bench he'd been sprawled out on against the far wall of the tavern. As he rose he still had to duck from the ceiling, towering over the elves. He was nearly 6 '9 and as thick as most bugbears at the shoulder. His thick midsection was affixed with a loose coil and his legs were covered in thick fur lined pants for the cold. Though he'd shirked his jacket he still wore his leather vest, adorned with the fangs of both a Black Dragon and a Hydra. Not many adventurers operated without a company or party, but Galdbrand the Silverblade needed no aid.

"Do I look like I'd find comfort in a smaller bed? I've declined your request politely, please leave me to enjoy my meal." He grunted. The elf nearer to him looked like it was taking everything in him not to draw his sword out of fear, but the one that seemed to be in charge held no such weakness, marching up to Galdbrand like an indignant child.

"Listen here brute, I'll not be sleeping in a bed the size of a lounge cushion while some odorous buffoon lounges in a proper one. Either take the gold I offered you or I'll take the room and keep it." He snapped. Galdbrand looked down at the lippy elf and then back to the polite one with a raised eyebrow. The polite elf seemed to understand his gesture and stepped between his employer and the hulking mercenary for his protection, but the whelp took offense at this and shoved his own guard out of the way. "Are you too drunk to understand me? Or are you as dense as your ugly face would lead one to believe?" The mouthy elf snarked, glaring up, clearly oblivious to the obvious threat being posed to him. Galdbrand gave a heavy sigh before turning to the barkeep.

"Mutual combat legal in this town?" He asked quizzically. The bartender and barmaid both gave a wide smile and nod, but the bartender quickly snapped a finger to a sign saying "Fights take place outside or rooms are forfeit." Galdbrand nodded and glared down at the elf.

"How about this? We step outside and have us a little fight. You and me. IF you win, I'll give you my room no charge. And if I win, you'll be my little bed warmer for the night to use as I please" He smirked. A chorus of hoots and jeers, as well as some laughter erupted from the bar at large. Everyone was eager to see this entitled prick get what was coming to him. And though the elf seemed somewhat apprehensive about risking the humiliation of being made a concubine, he couldn't stand the indignity of turning down the challenge.

"As if you stood a chance against me in combat brute. I'm a bladesinger, taught by the master Archaneon the Fourth. I was a squire in the Adrageron Campaign! All that would accomplish is dirtying my blade with your blood." The elf hissed. His companions again attempted to step in but he physically forced them away. "Your vulgar taunts don't scare me" He growled. Galdbrand chuckled patronizingly and picked up his massive blade from the wall it was leaned against. More like a 3' long butcher's cleaver on a stick than a proper glave, it was still light and nimble in his hand. Upon its retrieval one of the guards practically lunged between him and the mouthy elf having recognized finally whom they were trying..

"Well Met Galdbrand Silverblade, our apologies for our intrusion into your evening. We'll hap..." She was cut off as she was shoved aside by her charge yet again. He forced her body aside with his own and glared up at Galdbrand indignantly for a moment before speaking.

"I answer your challenge and swear to its rules He snapped in high elvish, before turning and walking to the door of the tavern. His guards rushed after him, but Galdbrand took a moment to finish his ale. The barmaid approached him with a sly smile as betting erupted and the patrons filed out into the street to watch this uppity stranger learn his lesson.

"He Do'na know who Ya'ar does he?" She snorted with obvious glee. Galdbrand shrugged and offered her the pitcher back. She distractedly set it aside. "Even this far north, your reputation precedes you. Try not to make it too quick, but do make it good. I've bet my whole nights take on ya!" She laughed and gently slapped his thigh, which was as high as she could reach, before grabbing a coat by the door and filing out into the street with the others. He chuckled and rolled his shoulders before ducking down through the doorway and out into the blustery cold of the evening air.

Snow danced around the previously empty street that was now crowded with onlookers. The elves stood about 50 feet from the door, the two guards obviously arguing with the pompous ass over the situation at hand. Galdbrand took up his position opposite them and unsheathed his weapon, stretching himself out to deliver some education. "To first blood! On Your Call" He bellowed. One of the guards stepped up to face him but the petulant brat literally threw the man to the ground and stepped over him.

"My men tell me you're some kind of war hero who fought against my father! I'll have no first blood from you beast, nor quarter. To the death!" He roared, unsheathing two whisper thin silver blades from his cloak and charging in a swirling acrobatic assault. Galdbrand was well used to fancy elvish swordsmanship and swept the brash moron's legs with the handle of his glave before catching him by the throat as he stumbled toward the ground.

"I can't fuck a corpse boy. I want that ass tight and warm for what I do to it later" He growled, before launching the elf with a mighty toss back towards his guards. He tried to twist in the air and steady himself, but his foot landed in some snow wrong and he tumbled head over heels off the cobblestone. Galdbrand stalked forward, picking up one of the elf's dropped blades as he did and whipping it at his opponent. It slammed into the stone and sliced the elf's cheek as it passed. "That's first blood elf. Last chance for you to retire from this fight with some dignity." He growled.

"Beast!" The elf screeched angrily and grabbed the blade, rushing forward again. This time just as he got close he blasted Galdbrand with some kind of flash spell to cover his assault. An excellent technique... but also one Galdbrand had long since become accustomed to countering. He closed his eyes and timed out the attack, spinning backward to dodge it and using the momentum to lash out with the back of his glaive. He felt it make contact with meat and also felt the familiar crack of a rib beneath it. The elf let out a wail of pain and he smirked, opening his eyes despite the spots he saw the form of his opponent crumpled at his feet.

"You will learn YOUR PLACE!" The temperamental barked, raising a hand with a glowing orange ball at its center towards Galdbrand with a roar. Galdbrand knew the spell all too well and raised his own hand, sending out a pulse of green light with a word and dispelling the fireball before it could take form. He stepped forward angrily and grabbed the elf's cloak, yanking him up to face him.

"That spell would've killed half these people, could've lit the whole town on fire. You reckless moron. Yield now or I bash your fucking skull in on these stones" He growled. The elf glowered at him with a sneer, struggling slightly in his grasp. The elven guards took a step forward and the assembled crowd visibly shifted back.

"I will not yield" He hissed. Galdbrand growled and swung the man over his head and down into the cobblestones like he was beating a carpet. There were a few sickening cracks on impact, but Galdbrand just swung him again. Then again. Then again. When he went for a fourth swing, one of the guards stepped in, drawing their blade and pointing it towards him.

"Is this the honor of elves? Interrupting a fair fight they picked? Typical. Whatever lord you serve, tell him I spit on his name and his line for your cowardice" He shouted at the guards, tossing the bloody heap of a body at their feet with disgust and stalking back to where he'd left his weapon. The elves immediately began tending to their own as the assembled crowd let out a cheer and jeers. Galdbrand stalked back to the tavern and returned to his bench, his food having gone cold. He drank for free the rest of the night, and even got a fresh plate of meat on the house.

The elves for their part retreated to a corner booth while the two guards cast healing spells on their charge. Much laughter was had at their expense with a particularly drunk gnome reenacting the whole affair for his friends who showed up later to much guffaws. Complete with grabbing a smaller gnome and *gently* but acrobatically imitating the body slams. When he grew tired of the night's festivities, which was rather quickly all things considered, Galdbrand stood and walked to his room upstairs from the tavern.

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It was quant, a small hearth with the embers of a fire lit earlier in the evening burning low. He tossed another log on the fire before disrobing and climbing into the bed. He set his glave next to the bed and slid a hunting knife between the mattress. Then he lay down and extinguished his candle. Just as he finally settled into the hay of his mattress, there was a knock at the door. He shot up, drawing the knife and being prepared to attack. He stood and walked through the door, standing to the side as he swung it open. The elf stood in his doorway, dressed in fine tightly fitted silks and looking towards the floor.

"What do you want? If you're after round two I'm in no mood" He sighed. The elf stood in silence for a moment, staring at his own feet, before looking up with fear in his eyes.

"My guards tell me I am to warm your bed tonight... or suffer death by their hands. I'm... here to pay my penance for my brashness earlier and restore the honor of my house." He said, his voice shaking. Galdbrand smirked down at the elf and let out a harsh chuckle, gesturing to the boy inside. He entered and the door was closed behind him.

"First time suffering the consequences of your harsh tongue? Tell me boy, what is your house?" Galdbrand chuckled, taking a seat on the mattress and shedding his shirt. The young elf's eyes went even wider. He was prettier than Galdbrand had thought, with softer features and shimmering blond hair. When his features were like this, timid and submissive instead of rageful and indignant. There was even a sort of beauty to him.

"I'm... Finnstra... third born son of the king consort Lord Euron Altunis." He mumbled, shedding his own shirt timidly. Galdbrand let out a guffaw at this and snatched the elf forward to him by his waist, pulling him onto his lap without much resistance. His body was lithe, thin and soft, but as his butt landed on Galdbrand's leg he took note that it was soft and plump. Fat asses were the privilege of highborn women and well hung men, the old saying went.

"Lord Euron? Oh, how the fates twist and weave. Did he ever tell you how his host was shattered on the fields of Viper Marsh during the Adregaron Campaign." He smirked. Tracing a finger softly down the boy's face. Finnstra shivered nervously, but didn't resist. "He sent me off the battlefield with a sword in my gut... and his right hand in my pocket... Tell me did the healers regrow that?" Finnstra nodded, his eyes still downcast towards the floor.

"... I was rash. Had I known who you were..." He trailed off nervously. It was obvious he was expecting abuse, obvious that he thought Galdbrand intended to punish him for his earlier rashnes... and he would. In his own time and method. But not through violence.

"You would've done the same damn thing. Perhaps even more quickly in a vain effort to avenge a perceived slight against your father's honor. You were always going to be humbled here today Finnstra, and you were always going to end up here" Galdbrand smiled, before tucking a finger into the silk pants the elf wore and pulling them down as he lifted the elf with the other. A small 3" cocklet sprung free, suspiciously hard in the warm air of the cozy bedroom. "What's this boy? Excited?" He smirked. Finnstra blushed and turned his face from the floor to the wall. Galdbrand chuckled and ran a finger up the underside of the cocklet, causing the elf to shiver and whimper. "Speak" He prompted.

"My... my guards cast a... courtesan spell on me as a mercy. It... heightens my pleasure and arousal. Makes my body... more receptive. I wasn't aware such a thing existed but... this is my first time and they worried it might be too much." He whimpered. Gadlbrand smirked and gently stroked the boy's hair. Courtesan magic was well known in royal circles, used to ease the discomfort and tedium of convenience marriages and make heirs easier to come by. They made the body eager and ready and gave the mind a pleasant drunken sensation. Similar to getting hammered to do your marital duties with less damage to your liver and no hangover.

"Ah, tell me boy, do you like cock?" He asked, stroking Finnstra's cock gently with a large thick finger as he gently but firmly grasped his neck from the back.. The boy whimpered and moaned a little, squirming in his grasp. Galdbrand chuckled with a smirk, spitting into his hand and stroking it gently up and down the boy's cocklet. With his massive paws he could barely wrap more than three fingers around it, but it was enough to have the small elf quivering and moaning. "Answer me pet" He grunted.

"Yes... Yes I like... males... I'm..." He groaned, trying to speak more but losing himself as a jet of silver erupted from his cock and he spasmed wildly in his captor's grasp. He made several undignified noises that were some blend of whimper and groan, releasing several more powerful jets that the orc caught in his palm, before slumping slightly into Galdbrand's grasp. Galdbrand chuckled and raised the cupped hand to the princelings face.

"Clean this now" He ordered forcefully, his other hand still on the back of the elf's neck. Finnstra obediently lapped up his emissions without complaint, and sat in a spent haze in Galdbrand's grasp like a doll. "If you've never had a cock I genuinely apologize" Galdbrand said, setting the elf off him onto the bed and standing. His third leg was already tenting his pants slightly as he reached down and freed it. "I'm about to ruin you for any other". The green shaft between his legs was nearly as thick as the elf's wrist, and as long as his forearm. It smelled of a deep musk that was a mix of masculine sweat and baking spice, that almost made Finnstra salivate. His eyes went wide with a mix of excitement and terror as he realized what would be happening.

Galdbrand took the elf by the jaw and forced him to meet his gaze finally. The wide shimmering eyes of a young twink about to have his first experience with a true beast were alive and shone brightly. Galdbrand looked down at him with a smile and guided his mouth forward until his lips met the engorged tips of his veiny orcish cock. Finnstra looked up at him and parted his lips to speak "But I don't know Huhhhh" He was silenced as Galdbrand thrusted forward and filled his mouth with cock. The courtesan magic made sure the small elf didn't gag even as his lips were split by dark green meat, and when his assailant withdrew and reentered it went even further.

"Wrap your lips around it, Close your mouth and keep your teeth off of it. Understand?" He whispered as he slowly began to fuck the elf twink's face. The boy was inexperienced, but the courtesan magic was ensuring that he never once gagged or sputtered as Galdbrand took his pleasure. Sliding his cock in and out of his prize's plump pouty lips. It felt amazing, taking a haughty ass and reducing him to a cock sucking toy. He knotted his hand in the elf's hair and fucked his mouth with a more relaxed and comfortable rhythm, savoring the feeling of power that came with his domination. But he soon craved more. He soon craved the feeling of breeding this little bitch. He pulled Finnstra's mouth off his cock and yanked the boy towards the bed, pulling his clothes off as he did.

"What are you doing?" The uppity elf yelped with fear, driving Galdbrand even further into his frenzy. "Please, I've never..." The orc didn't care, he spread the supple soft cheeks of the virginal twink and spit a big glob of drool onto the boy's asshole. He gently traced his thick meaty finger around the struggling boy's sphincter, getting it nice and wet before he worked it inside. Finnstra was whimpering and wiggling like an temperamental pup, running away from the invading digit as far as he could while he was in his new owner's grasp."Noooooooooh" the boy objected, spasming as his pain turned to pleasure and finally into what Galdbrand could only assume was an orgasm as he whimpered and spasmed around the invading digit. He felt a few drips from the boy's cock as he ejaculated for the second time, much less powerful than the first.

"That's a good pet. Got to get you broken in or I'll tear you in half." He smirked as he fingered the boy's tight little asshole. After a moment he lined up a second finger and added another glob of spit to make it fit. The boy's asshole stretched miraculously as his near sausage sized fingers. "Oh this is gonna be good." He chuckled to himself, going two knuckles deep in his new toy without much concern for his feelings.

"Oh Godss... oh Godss I... I've never... I feel so full" Fiinstra whimpered, suddenly clenching back on the fingers, his tight elven asshole trying to push back against the invading orc digits "What are you doing to me?"

"I warned you little one, I'm gonna ruin you for other cocks. I'm gonna make you a slave to this big dick." Galdbrand chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and spitting another wad on his hand to stroke up and down his big green dick, lubing it up before placing his cockhead at the boy's sphincter. "Now, you just focus on not dying" He grunted, pressing his cockhead through the resistance of the tight ring. It felt beautiful; hot, velvety, and tight, gripping his cock just like the boy's mouth had.

"Ohhhfuuuuuuccckkkkk" The boy squealed, his limbs twitching and flailing as the massive member split him in two. Galdbrand was gentle as he'd promised, feeding inch after inch in slowly and letting the boy adjust. Wonderful thing about elven ass, it could always accommodate. Their cunts couldn't offer the same appeal, one of the many reasons it was more fun to fuck their men. That and...

"You like that big orc cock boy? Feel good inside you? I told you, you belong to my cock now." He growled in the boy's ear, wrapping his arms up underneath the boy's abdomen and picking him up, literally impaling him on the fleshy green rod. The noises coming from Finnstra weren't any language or speech, more just guttural grunts and whimpers. His little brain had melted into cock drunk bliss.

"You elves are always so high and mighty till you get a dick in you, then suddenly you're good little pets who know your fuckin place". If his words made any difference to the boy it was indecipherable between the gutteral noises escaping his mouth. Galdbrand fucked the boy like a toy, wrapping his massive forearm around his chest and bouncing him off his hips up and down his thick rod. He wished there was a mirror in the room because he was almost certain he would be able to see a distention in the boy's guts where his cock hit.

"I own you now boy, you're gonna remember this dicking for the rest of your life, and every night you're gonna long for the feeling of this big orc dick in your boy pussy again" He growled in the elf's ear. He reached around with his free arm and found Finnstra's diamond hard little cocklet. He stroked it gently, and the boy groaned appreciatively. "Cum your little elf brains out for me little one. Nut that elvish pride out of you and learn to serve cock." He growled.

"Fuuuuuuck" Finnstra cried, his cock dribbling out another elfish silver emission, but never going soft from the constant anal assault he was under. He flopped loosely in Galdbrand's arm, unable to do anything but be used like a ragdoll. He wasn't in his right mind, the mixture of cock drunk pleasure and the courtesan magic had him in a world of bliss, his mind ringing with indescribable feelings of fullness and purpose. He had never felt this complete.

"Oh you like that huh? You really like that big dick boy?" Galdbrand laughed, dragging his tongue over the elf boy's ear, tasting the sweet sweat on his neck. "You're gonna love it even more in a minute when I show you what it feels like to be bred by your better" He hissed, speeding up his fucking. He had decided to stop toying with the boy and genuinely fuck him properly. He laid him back down onto the bed and focused on long deep strokes, pulling out nearly 9" of cock and then slowly forcing it back into the whimpering boypussy before him. Out, then back in, then out again. At one point he pulled his full 12" of cock out and slapped it on Finnstras cheeks, rubbing it up and down between them a few times before sliding it back in and causing the elf boy to howl out.

"Please! Please cum!" Finnstra begged, his body exhausted, his mind broken, and his spirit well and truly dominated. While the courtesan spell was mercifully keeping him from the pain of his asshole being torn apart it wasn't sparing him the shame and discomfort of being manhandled like a toy and pounded into the straw of the mattress like a bitch.

"Oh you want my cum now little elf? Beg for it! Beg for my big fuckin load in your little elven ass" Galdbrand smirked, burrying himself balls deep in the boy, only to pull back till only the head remained, and repeat. Truthfully he was enjoying this more than he should. Between his annoyance at the boy, full balls, and the pleasure of dominating a former enemy's spawn, he was having the time of his life.

"Please! Please give me your cum! Cum in me! Just please end it!" Finnstra cried out desperately. Galdbrand smirked and quit playing with the boy, grabbing his hips and digging in, plowing mercilessly and quickly into the boy's asshole, his nuts slapping against his victims taint in quick succession, with a tightness building in them. He could feel his orgasm approaching like an oncoming storm and smiled as he gave himself over to it.

"Then take it! Take my cum my little toy!" He snarled, burying his cock up to the balls in his little elven pet and pumping shot after shot of hot orc cum into Finnstra's asshole. The elf for his part squealed and came again as he felt the flood of hot liquid invading his bowels, spasming and drooling and moaning into the mattress. His asshole milked Galdbrand's thick long orc cock like it was craving every last drop the orc could produce, spasming and rippling as it was impregnated with nearly a half litre of jizzum.

Galdbrand just growled and grunted as he gave himself over to the pleasure of his orgasm, letting himself spray the boy's guts with cum till he was spent. Once it subsided he simply lay breathing for a moment or two, just listening to the steady trill of the boy's whimpering, savoring the moment, before he withdrew. Finnstra let out a gasp as he suddenly felt empty and hollow without the presence of the thick meaty cock. "Oh Fuck" He whimpered, his asshole clenching and spasming still from the invasion, bue returning slowly to its normal size per the magic.

"You did good boy, magic or no, not many can claim to have taken such a beasting from me and still be conscious." Galdbrand chuckled, falling onto the bed next to him with a heavy sigh. Finnstra wondered if consciousness could really be used to describe himself. He was exhausted, spent, covered in cum, spit, and drool. His mind and senses spun with the smells, sensations, and salaciousness of the experience. He wasn't really in his right mind, of that he was certain.

"Now clean my cock and we can sleep" Galdbrand ordered, his massive hand grasping the back of Finnstra's neck like one would a kitten and guiding him to the tool of his ruination. Finnstra didn't resist, taking the initiative to crawl forward with what little energy he had left and slurp and lick the remnants of cum and drool off his master's tool. He tried to make a mental note to thank his guards for insisting on cleaning him with spells before dispatching him to his fate, or this task could be much more humiliating.

When Galdbrand deemed his tool sufficiently cleaned he pulled the boy up and rolled them onto the bed in a spooning position. "I can return to my rooms if you're done with me" The elf offered nervously, unsure if his legs could truly carry him back to his own quarters or not.

"Nonsense, you fought so hard for this bed boy, and I'd sooner enjoy your warmth since I have the space" Galdbrand smiled, kissing his pet on the neck as an act of endearment. Finnstra couldn't help but blush and swell with feelings of warmth. There was no romance to the evening, but there was a tenderness in the gesture he appreciated.

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Galdbrand awoke before light, slipping his clothing and armor back on silently and leaving the boy alone in his bed. His eyes were adept at seeing in the dark, moreso than those of his kin due to years of hunting and fighting in the night. He crept from the room and wasn't surprised to see the elven guards in the hall. The female turned to him as he exited, her face fighting a smirk that threatened to creep in. Elves were experts at disguising their emotions, so she must've really hated her charge to enjoy his downfall this much. "Is our liege safe?" She asked. Galdbrand nodded and rolled his shoulders.

"Safe, well used, and exhausted. He chose to sleep even though your kind don't need it, probably wanted to avoid the discomfort of that spell you used wearing off" He chuckled, the guards both nodded, turning their eyes to the door.

"I've heard of a job that'll take me to Tralheim in the west. If your master decides he needs another taste of... humility, please tell him I'll be staying at the Sirens Call Inn, an old favorite of mine." The guards nodded, but they'd regained their masks of indifference. Galdbrand descended the low stairs, stooping the entire time as he'd grown accustomed to in this town. The innkeeper smiled as he passed, offering up a bundle nearly as large as he was.

"We all enjoyed your show last night, and the... music afterwards" He snickered, gesturing up towards the rooms. Galdbrand had to chuckle and give the man a smile as he accepted the parcel that smelled suspiciously like freshly baked bread. "Can't blame you for running out before your friend wakes up, he seems like the clingy type. That said, come back anytime. You're good company, and entertainment!" He grinned.

Galdbrand bid his farewells and set out for the road, his famed blade serving as a walking stick as he traced the stone path out of town. The job in Tralheim wasn't urgent, but it paid well, and would likely only take a day or two and earn him a hero's welcome at the Sirens Call. The life of an adventurer, always over the next hill.