Call the sword

A small part of you remember the fake memories implanted by Sir Lawrence's curse and remember them fondly, but that part is very tiny. Another wonder how sex with a human would feel like. He is rather handsome. I wonder if there is some sort of set completion goal in this game. You ponder with a little amusement. Rot in hell, m**** fucker.

"Zwarin Muriel, come to me" you call with confidence, and your eyes fill with wonder as the majestic gem encrusted blade materialize in your hands. "UFH!" its heavy weight is more than you can handle, and you crumble down beneath it. "Ai! Bastard..." you push it aside. "Damn, I dont remember it being a bastard sword" It did seem longer than you remember. A long hilt, a wide blade, crisscrossed guard. "Dance for me... dance... I said... ugh, how the hell do i use this?"

No influx of information comes to your mind. You smirk "Fine, you win. Now tell me your secrets."

Invalid Surrender Target. Surrender ability fail.

_... so much for that. _You try a few more times, but you finally give up. You may be able to lift it, but yield it? that was insane. You have no skill whatsoever with a weapon of that size. You finally decide to drag it aside, and hide it among the other weapons.

Congratulations! You gained 3,000 experience for your role on the demise of Sir Lawrence.
For your role in a former paramount's demise you unlock Black Widow II.
Black Widow II: Your bonus on social and martial rolls extends for a week.

With that you finally sleep.

There are birds chirping when you open your eyes. How bucolic, you imagine with a touch of dry rumor. You feel absolutely great. You balance your weight to your shoulders, and then jumps up, landing on your feet, almost like a martial artist. You take a light cloak and leaves the hut.

You don't see a sign of Tiemin or his friend, or really any other orcs. There are many humans and elves, but most of them are male slaves. They avoid looking at you. You walk up to the rock fountain again, sit, and wash your face.

"We can go to the pond to bath" You didnt hear anyone come, but you turn around to see Krystal's comely figure. She also seems like she was making her 'walk of shame'. "I was heading there myself, do you want to come?"

"Yes.. Thank you" it seemed absurd, the two of you should have so much to talk about. _Last night... wasnt it special? _but instead she comments "I will just get some soap from my home, I will meet you there. It is past that house over there."

"Why dont I go with you? It is not like I am in a hurry." She nods. You pay attention on her gracious gait as she walks, expecting to see her suffering from last night's ordeal, but she wasnt. _I am... _you look down on your own body. It didnt actually look different, expect for the bruises and the dried sweat and...other things.

You arrive at the same house where you met her earlier,where she works as a cobbler during the day.