At first, everything is as usual... But soon, your routine activities are interrupted.

You wake up the next day in the arms of Oolok. You look at him and you are convinced that he is still sleeping. Then you deftly slip out of his embrace. You begin to quietly collect your clothes, some of the elements of which you scattered around the cabin yesterday in a fit of passion. Then, you got dressed (including wearing your elven chain mail under your clothes). You took your weapons (a thin elven sword and an elven dagger) and you went to the deck.

You think, “It’s probably early morning. If Oswald is awake, he may already be on deck. I need to take the opportunity to get some exercise before breakfast..."

You walk up the creaky wooden stairs. Along the way, you meet sailors who quickly run about their business on the deck or in the hold. Some of them look at you with mocking glances.

Laughter and snatches of phrases reach your ears: “Depraved half-elven sissy bitch... You squealed last night as if you were the most lustful whore with extensive experience working in brothels! Ha! Ha! Your slutty anus probably looks like a prostitute's pussy! And instead of a normal dick, you have something like a female clitoris between your legs! Ha! Ha!"

You feel shame and embarrassment because of these demeaning words. But you don’t have time to answer anything. Those who mocked you quickly went into the interior of the ship.

Therefore, you decided to simply ignore these rude words. You continued your way to the deck of the ship.

The mercenary Oswald Dreinig was indeed on deck. His appearance indicated a severe hangover from last night's drinking. Oswald stood opposite the ship's captain and they were talking about something. You came closer and you heard the words of their conversation.

Oswald said, turning to the captain: “You are overdramatizing the situation, Gregor... Not everything is so bad... You should be more tolerant of how other people have fun...”

The captain responded in an irritated voice: “Surprisingly, you were much smarter then when your age was much younger than now! The drinking must have been bad for your brain! Look around! This disgusting fog, due to which visibility has been reduced by half... And I also have two stupid sluts on my ship who distract the sailors from their duties. And, of course, your supplies of alcoholic drinks! Tell me: why the fuck you sell three bottles of frosty ale from Nefgrold Island to my assistant Malcolm!? Because of you, this idiot got drunk and started a drunken row and fight! Now Malcolm and two other sailors are sitting in the guardroom!”

You see that the captain is clearly dissatisfied with the current situation. This lame elderly human male, who is dressed in leather pants, a white cloth shirt, and leather boots, is clearly showing irritation. And you are embarrassed that you are one of the reasons for this irritation. The captain's line about "two stupid sluts distracting the sailors" clearly implies that you are one of those stupid sluts. You are offended because this bald elderly human male uses such a derogatory term as “stupid slut” towards you. However, you are **** to admit the fact that the increased attention of sailors to your person really exists.

You think: “The second stupid slut is probably that mysterious elf passenger... It’s very little consolation for me: the fact that I’m not the only one who has received the status of “stupid slut”...”

Meanwhile, your interlocutors notice your presence.

Oswald Dreinig waves his hand at you, smiles welcomingly at you and breathes **** fumes in your direction.

The ship's captain turns in your direction. This older man's hand nervously strokes the hilt of his falchion, which is sheathed at his belt. The captain looks at you with a disapproving look in his gray eyes. His wrinkled face with a grayish beard and mustache frowns contemptuously.

He says in an icy tone: “Some persons should gain at least a little self-esteem and self-control so as not to turn their own cabin into a branch of some brothel.”

Having said this, the captain leaves to give orders to the sailors who are busy controlling the sails.

Oswald says conciliatoryly: "Don't be offended by Gregor, guy... He's just an old, pedantic man... Do you want to practice a little now?"