The Visitor

After arriving at the tower, the defiled minions of the mighty witch queen took some time to rest and forget their time at the hands of their reptilian captors. Nerium felt that the ball was rolling pretty fast and wanted to take some time to celebrate in her favorite way...alone. A glass of overly aged wine, a goblet, and the view of her savage army building a monument to her glory. Hopefully no one will interrupt her me time nevermind, her goblin secretary excused herself as she walked into the room.

"Mistress, we have a visitor."

"Oh, what now?! Can I get a moment of rest?"

"Very sorry my queen, but she made her way into the tower undetected and demanded that she pledge herself to you in person. And frankly, she seems a bit off. "

"This better not become a thing. I don't want every weirdo to come to my door step and start kissing my feet. Tell them to send a letter next time." The goblin nodded in agreement and bowed before leading her master to this strange woman. The two arrived several floors below where the stranger sat with eyes closed and legs crossed. Her appearance was of a foreign type of some far off kingdom of man. Hair was a lighter shade of black, short with six braids lining the sides matching the length and twisted towel of her signature theme of black and orange wrapped around her forehead. a black cloth covered her neck and the collar of her shirt cropped so that the bottom of her full breasts and part of her bra could be seen. Fingerless gloves ending in orange bands at her elbows left her arms exposed to the shoulder. Her legs were covered by a skin tight pair of see-through pants of a silky material that were held up by belt on her waist and failed to the heels and toes of her bare feet. Though the material was see-through, it was unclear if she was wearing undergarments from the front as she had a long loincloth draped over her nether regions adorned with a foreign symbol, a circle of black and white.

"My lady," she said with her eyes closed as she stood up from her mediation and greeted the witch queen with subtle smile and clam brown eyes.

"What do you want from me?", the witch asked bluntly.

"My queen, I sensed your power and wish to serve you."

"And why should I let you?"

"I am a skilled fighter who was trained in the mountains far from here. From this training I received **** patience and endurance. That is why I have arrived so soon as I have been running for days on end. My master could walk on water, so I still have much to learn. I can also move undetected thanks to my breathing, it makes me virtually invisible and is how I managed to enter your tower."

"Alright, that is impressive...and a little creepy. But can you do for me? I have plenty of good fighters already."

"Well, my lady, I am an expert tracker and spent a lot of time in the wilderness and the monastery's library. So I could capture and tame beasts for your army as well as more primitive peoples."

"For my army I require some fearsome beasts and warriors, how do I know you can succeed?"

"For fun I used to wrestle bears as a girl and even trained a few in martial arts. With my skills as they are now, trolls, giants, ogres, and even drakes should be easy to handle."

The witch had flashbacks with her time at the hands of the ogre and wished to never be near one again. "Yes, I think I'll make use of you. But since you are still a stranger I cannot provide you with backup, only upon retrieval."

"I work better alone anyway my queen, that will work most well. Thank you."

"Oh, and please keep your work far away from here...I don't someone finding this place by following the huge footprints of dull your creatures. Just send me reports so I can keep track of your progress." The strange woman bowed in respect and calmly walked away, leaving the goblin and elf to look at one another, agreeing that she was an odd bird. But Neri hoped she would prove useful in finding beasts of burden to act as war machines or construction equipment. At the very least it would mean she might never have to deal with an ogre cock again. She shuddered at the thought of reliving that nightmare.