You get a short break

With an angry gesture Keylara sends you away. It's more then obvious that she didn't want you around now. So you use your unexpected break to calm down a bit. You muscles and the places where Joanne hit you hurt. You try to relax and take deep breath. One of the woman even offers you a place on a wooden bench next to her. But it's hard to relax while she constantly pokes and caresses your muscles. Suddenly Zarraz and Mia come to you. Mia has bucket with water in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other hand. This must be the soup you get as a reward. Zarraz gives the woman next to you a look that makes it absolutely clear that she should go away. A order the woman immediately follows scared.

“Master, you did it,” Mia cheers, “I knew you would be able to defeat this crazy bitch. And you did. You were amazing. I placed a bet on you and won a months salary. And I got you your soup from the kitchen. There were no potato soup but I hope Vegetable soup is good too. Do you want me to take care of your wounds? Please let me help you, master. I am so sorry for what happened. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me? I would do everything.”

“Good, jump from the highest tower you find and we are cool again,” you offer after taking the soup, “but I guess treating my wounds is a fine start too. But don't think it will ever be like before between us.”

“Nobody likes traitors,” comments Zarraz smiling, “but the half elf is right. You fought brave and skilled. This was the hell of a fight. A little sad that mistress Keylara took the honor of deciding over the looser from you. But you fulfilled all my expectations. You are indeed a real warrior.”

“Well, thanks,” you thank and eat carefully while Mia gently dabs your worst wounds, “your name is Zarraz, right? I didn't had the chance to talk to you yet.”

“That's right, I'm Zarraz,” Zarraz answers, “general of the dark horde under the command of great mistress Keylara the dark. I'm also her second in command and the highest of the elite soldiers. I try to keep the warriors and the troop leaders in line. And that's a hard job because mistress only makes women to troop leaders and officers. It's good that she allows woman to fight but some of them are not really talented as leaders.”

“I thought for you woman are always superior,” you say and finish your soup, “and there are only a quarter of human women among the female officers.”

“Save me this bullshit,” Zarraz snorts annoyed, “the gender or race says nothing about a warrior. I saw tyranny orc chieftains who are fat and lazy. They suppressed woman and kept us as breeding cows or trophys. But I also saw fellow orc woman who gladly shared the bed with these tyrants. I was no such slut. If mistress Keylara hadn't showed up I would be never allowed to be a warrior. I would be either ****, enslaved to be a new slut for a fat chieftain or exiled. Human nobles and orc chieftains are not that different anymore. But we orc are supposed to be warriors. And I will not rest until we are again. I am sorry that this means to conquer your land. I heared you were a honorable human. You even treated your half elf maid with respect.”

“Yes, master Pike Perell was always fair to me,” Mia agrees, “he never insulted me for being a half elf or **** me to be his whore. I … I didn't want him to get captured. That was not planned.”

“Well then, I think the mistress is now cooled down,” Zarraz tells you, “you should go back to her. But I would like to talk to you later. Maybe tomorrow on the training grounds. Your training dummys are no worthy opponents.”