Morty and the Elf

"Yo Damesy."

A burly man called out as he was returning the borrowed broomstick.

'Might as well turn me into a chrysanthemum, this idiot!'(chrysanthemum is the well in the rump for men)

"Yo Morty," I replied. "What are you doing?"

"Training our legs."

Another young man walked out. His pointy ears gave away his race.

"Young master, did you hear?"

"I am no master, only a breeding pig. But! Do tell me."

"The Baron wishes us to accompany you as your guards."

"How many?"

Listening to this, Morty laughed out loud. His eyebrows creased and crossed, guessing the impending answer.

"Ten."

"Only ten?"

"Yup. The ten of us here. The others are scared that they are going to cross the Baron."

"Might as well polish his arse with their tongues!"

The other ten had gathered around Damien by now. Except for the very serious elf, everyone chuckled.

He had a good rapport with these paladins.

A dwarf spoke out, "We lesser breeds havda stid togeder."

This guy had a thick German accent.

"Enough with the jokes."

Damien spoke out. He might as well use the authority he had.

Everyone shut up immediately. It was a trained force, after all.

"Archer, when are we leaving?"

"I have a name."

"It's too complicated."

Archer did not mind this slight at all. Smiling, he continued.

"Tomorrow, break of dawn."

"Length of journey and route."

"It will take a month on horseback. Sylvie has the map."

Damien made a grabbing motion towards the elf who stood behind him. Damien was handed a map.

"Grub take this broomstick back. I have some planning to do. We meet after your training on the grounds there.

I am not joining the training today. Gather with your weapons as well."

The dwarf trotted off with the broom. The dwarves love to clean.

I returned to my room.

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Looking at the five odd biscuits left on the floor in front of the door, he cursed inwardly.

'Just you wait, you fucking cunt.'

Shaking off the underlying pain in his body, he picked up the biscuits and walked into the room.

Sitting on the pauper bed, he looked at the map. As he studied it, he realized something.