Role

Chapter 4

Later That Night:

The ale hall of AranGird was crowded this night and Magner sat with some of his clan warriors at a table
several mugs deep into the ale. He was still stewing about having to take orders from that drow bitch
and that anger only made him thirstier. He tipped his head back to drain the last swallow of his mug and
as he brought the mug back down ready to call for a refill he noticed the drow sorceress and a group of
her companions walking into the ale hall.

Hey elf! Why dont ye come over an sit on me lap so I kin show ye wrong about me manhood! Manger
taunted. To his surprise the drow sorceress turned to him and smiled seductively and began to saunter
her way over.

Why Magner, perhaps I shall let you do that. After all, if we are going to be traveling companions we
ought to put all this animosity aside and get to know each other better the sorceress cooed into
Magners ear as she sat down at the table beside him. Magner stared at her through ale-soaked eyes,
mouth slightly agape in disbelief and then not wanting to look like a dolt he grinned broadly and took a
long, gratifying swig of his newly refilled ale mug. It must be his lucky day. He knew shed back down,
the dumb witch. Hed have her and make her subservient to him and when they were out in the wilds it
would actually be him giving the orders.