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”I am Nero Falkner, Duke of House Falkner. You have something that belongs to me.”
“Oh so, the charred girl is your woman?”
[Monke]: “I wish…”
He must have seen your eye twitch because the Warlord winced in mock sympathy.
“Oof friend zoned? I can tell, still you are being a very good <span class="mu-i">friend</span> coming all this way just for her.”
“Return her to me. <span class="mu-i">Now.</span>”
“As you wish.”
The Warlord gestured to one of his flunkies who disappeared out of the side entrance. A few moments later he returned manhandling a bound and tied Althea whom he dumped on the table.
“All yours, your Lordship. I’ll admit this one was a bit too scrawny for my tastes.”
[Monke]: “Our wolf girl is <span class="mu-i">lean</span>, besides have you ever seen her flex? She’d definitely got some meat on them bones. (Now if only our puppy had some decent sweater puppies…)”
>Thot unlocked: Size Matters.
[Hero]: “I really don’t like this guy, give us Althea like a gift, like he considers her our property.”
[Edge]: “We just said she belongs to us, get off your high horse Hero.”
[(Muh)Autism]: “Well he also killed scores of our subordinates, was indirectly responsible for the death our father and the weakening of our nation. But yeah nothing like disrespecting our friends to piss us off.”
Oddly enough Althea wasn’t in bad shape. A bit dirty and unkempt but no real injuries on her. Ignoring the Warlord you cut her loose.
“Nero!” You could tell Althea was strongly supressing the urge to throw her arms around you, but she checked herself. “Did you come here alone? How-”
“Althea, there’s no time to explain, you need to get out of here. My horse is waiting somewhere to the east, find it and get back to Falkengard.”
“And leave you by yourself!?”
“There is no other way Althea. You’ll be of more use returning to Tyrol than you would staying here.”
Althea looked hurt by the implication but her common sense won out: she had been bested by the Warlord once already after all and she was in no condition to fight.
You glare at the Warlord who gives you an amused look and gestures to Althea.
“Fucking adorable, run along now girlie, my men will let you leave, the adults are going to have a private talk.”
You swear Althea almost growls at him before darting out of the tent.
>cont
