Chapter 3 - Gurubashi

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Chapter 3: Gurubashi
                When Quentin got back to the compound, he saw Crazk overseeing preparations for the caravan, which consisted of several large horse-drawn wagons, that would take the gladiators and other members of Crazk’s staff Gurubashi. There was a growing bustle as people packed bags and other items into the caravan. The little goblin stood atop a large crate in the middle of this chaos and seemed to be shouting at several people at once; he saw Quentin in his periphery and, noticing that the human was still in his training loincloth, shouted at him.
                “Better get dressed. Caravan’s leavin’ soon.”
                Quentin hurried off to the men’s barracks and unpacked a simple black linen shirt and a pair of dark blue pants from his trunk. He dressed and put his leather boots on and left the barracks to join the caravan. There, he found Crazk out with a noisy crowd gathered around him. 
                “If you’re fightin’ this weekend, I want you in early tonight, no exceptions” he told the audience. “Don’t drink too heavily, either.” This had the crowd grumbling. “Got that, Ellern?” Crazk said, looking at the tall night elf in the crowd. A few chuckles were heard in the crowd, and Ellern received a few pats on the back.
                “Who, me? How dare you, sir,” Ellern said, with mock offense, giving the goblin a cocky smile.
                The goblin ignored the elf’s retort and gave a clap with his hands. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”
                Crazk drove the first caravan and sat beside his wife Ril. As was tradition, his best gladiators, Sohka and Hacut, joined him; they were dressed in their gladiatorial armor, as Crazk liked to make a grand entrance into Gurubashi and build anticipation and hype for the games. Quentin sat beside Brenan inside the second caravan, and across from them was the night elf Ellern, sitting beside the blood elf who was his friend and sparring partner, Sanren.
                “Remember our best, San?” the night elf asked the blood elf when he noticed Quentin sitting across from him. “He’s still here,” he said, pointing at Quentin.
                “I recall our bet,” the blood elf said, rolling his eyes. “I believe the terms were a pitcher of ale and a night with a prostitute?”
                “Yes sir,” the night elf responded enthusiastically, putting a muscular arm around Sanren’s neck and squeezing the grumpy elf close. He gave Quentin a thumbs up and a wink.
                The caravan lumbered toward Gurubashi.
                A large, thriving community had sprouted up around the Gurubashi arena. The town had become a favorite vacation destination for Azeroth’s residents, and a permanent residence for those who wished to make money off them. Tourists inhabited inns near the surrounding beaches with their families and came into town for the gladiatorial games and other entertainment; the typical amusements popped up: taverns, brothels, gambling houses, and theaters. Family activities were also scattered through Gurubashi: tours through the Crystalvein mines and abandoned troll ruins, boat rides to the vile reef, and small, mock arenas where children could hit dressed up training dummies and pretend to be their favorite gladiator.
                As Crazk’s caravan approached Gurubashi, it was already starting to draw a crowd. Shouts of “Hacut” and “Sohka” could be heard from all sides as people started following the caravan; Crazk had them rise and give a few waves to the crowd. By the time they reached the inn, they had gathered such a follow that Crazk’s guards had to hold the crowd back as the gladiator’s exited the caravan and took their belongings into the inn. 
                Quentin looked at the throng with disbelief. “Are gladiators really so popular?” he asked Brenan who was giving a few waves to the crowd.
                “Aye, some are. Most are ‘ere fer Sohka and Hacut. They put on one hell of a show, and people love ‘em fer it. Ye’ll see.”
                A group of young girls were looking at the night elf Ellern and giggling and whispering amongst themselves. Ellern gave them a wink, sending them into a fit of delighted squeals and blushing faces. Like Hacut, Ellern was a favorite among both female fans and men of a certain persuasion. Sohka was flexing for a middle-aged human woman who gave the orc’s biceps a squeeze, her eyes going wide.
                After getting their fill, the crowd started to disperse, and the gladiators were settled into the Half Moon inn; most were grouped four to a room, with Hacut and Sohka getting smaller, private rooms. Brenan had secretly arranged it so that Quentin was roomed with him, Sanren, and Ellern, as he believed the blood elf and night elf were pleasant enough company and wanted to give Quentin the chance to make some more friends besides himself. The foursome brought their belongings to the room, each claiming a bed.
                Ellern started preparing for an evening on the town: he was dressed in a dark blue linen button up shirt and had rolled the sleeves to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms. The top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, which revealed much of his hugely muscled, light purple chest. He had a scar on his inner right pec, and he made certain that it was visible. Covering his legs were a pair of dark grey pants that were well-fitted to show off his prodigious backside and built thighs. A pair of beautiful dark chestnut boots completed his outfit.
                The night elf lightly dipped a finger in a small bottle that he had in his bag and dabbed his finger on his chest and neck, filling the room with the scent of citrus. He then put two fingers in a small jar of cream and then ran them through his silver-grey, shoulder length hair, giving it a healthy shine. Even Quentin had to admit to himself that the elf cut quite a figure.
                The afternoon gave way to early evening, and there was a cool, pleasant breeze blowing into the window, through which laughter and chatter from people passing below could be heard. Ellern, now finished with his elaborate evening preparations, was practically bouncing around the room with excitement, while the other three were relaxing on their beds.
                He sat down hard on Sanren’s bed, bouncing the blood elf a few inches in the air; Sanren neither opened his eyes nor seemed to have a reaction at all.
                “We should get going San, get a nice table and scope out the scene,” Ellern told the blood elf, who hadn’t moved a muscle since he had lain down.

“I have other matters to attend to tonight, Ell. I am sorry; you will find a sack of coins in my bag that should more than cover our bet,” the elf replied, giving a great yawn while still keeping his eyes closed.
                 The night elf gave a disappointed whine and started to sulk, his good mood dissipating. “Such a disappointment, San,” he said. Sanren gave no reply. Nevertheless, Ellern procured the coin purse from Sanren’s travel bag and readied to leave.
                “Don’t think I’m letting you two off the hook. Get up,” the night elf shouted at Quentin and Brenan, each lying on their own respective bed and enjoying the cool breeze and a chance for relaxation; however, neither the dwarf nor the human argued with the elf and together, the three left the inn and headed for the tavern. They walked through crowded, noisy streets and could smell delicious food cooking and hear barkers calling out for people to come try their luck at this game or at that game. They had gone quite a way from the inn when they turned a corner on a quieter street. Ellern stopped and threw his arms wide and looked ahead with reverence.
                The trio stood facing a narrow lane heading towards a brown, two story building. Painted upon the face of the building, above the door, was a window-sized sign with a rose at the center of a golden crown. Alongside it, another sign was painted with a fading red and gold lettering that read: “The Rose & Crown.”
                “Gentlemen, we are HERE,” Ellern announced.
                “Are you serious? We’ve come all this way for THAT,” Quentin asked, looking at the shabby old building. 
                “I’ll forgive your insolence this time, my boy. But know, you stand before The Rose & Crown: the finest watering hole in all the Eastern Kingdoms,” Ellern said. “She may not look like much from the outside, but there is magic within her; in fact, I’ve spent some of the finest nights of my life in this very building.”
                Quentin didn’t doubt that last part, considering the sudden sincerity that came into the elf’s voice when he said it.
                                The night elf, human, and dwarf entered the pub and found a large table near the corner of the far wall. Quentin noticed that the pub was much like any other he had been in: a scattering of tables and chairs, with a bar on the far-left wall, stools sitting in front of it; some were already occupied as patrons filtered into the pub. Quentin recognized a few customers as Crazk’s gladiators and remarked to Brenan that he thought it was odd. The dwarf explained that Crazk owned or had ownership stakes in many of Gurubashi’s taverns, but The Rose wasn’t one of them.
                “It’s nothin’ against Crazk, really. It’s just nice ta be free o’ his eyes sometimes. And it’s become a bit o’ tradition for those in the know ta drink ‘here.”
                “Brenan’s right, you’ve been given a sacred trust, so don’t betray us,” Ellern said. Quentin agreed to keep their secret but was sure that someone like Crazk already knew that a number of his gladiators drank here; it was just his way.
                Ellern left them to fetch the first pitcher of ale and three mugs. Standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender, he felt a powerful tug on the bottom of his shirt. He looked down to see the dwarf woman Esta looking up at him; she had her brown hair up in bun and was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and a pair of sandals, with a white tanktop that gave Ellern a nice view of her large breasts.
                “Oh, hello Esta! You’ve beaten me here,” Ellern said. “Any good prospects yet?”
                “Nay, I just got ‘ere meself. But naught catches the eye so far.”
                “Night’s young, let the crowd filter in.” The bartender brought the pitcher and mugs on a tray and set them on the bar in front of Ellern. The elf fished a few coins out of the pouch and left them on the bar. “Stop by our table when you get a chance. Happy hunting,” he said and bid the dwarf farewell and headed towards his table with the drinks.
                The evening passed into night and the crowd and noise in The Rose & Crown grew and grew. Quentin secretly kept and eye out for Sohka, who, unbeknownst to him, was already asleep in bed. At some point, Esta had joined the three and sat close to Ellern, who had acquired a cute, blonde young blood elf girl that sat perched upon one of the night elf’s massive thighs; he had one arm wrapped around her thin waist and would occasionally whisper something into her ear, and she would giggle and blush and whisper something to him in return. 
                After drinking quite a few rounds, all courtesy of Sanren’s money pouch, Brenan leaned in as though he was about to enter a great conspiracy with the group.
                “Do ye think Crazk’ll show our friend Quent ‘ere his little ‘after-show opportunity?’” he asked his companions.
                “Of course, doesn’t he offer it to everybody? And look at him; yeah, I’m certain he’ll get the chance,” Ellern said.
                “Wait, what ‘after-show opportunity’ and what do you mean by ‘look at him,’” the now drunk Quentin asked with confusion.
                Ellern laughed. “That you’re handsome is all,” the night elf responded. “As for what it is, well, it’s best kept a secret ‘til he shows you.”
                “Secret? Come now,” Quentin replied. He gave Brenan a pleading look. “What’s the secret? Why say anything at all if you won’t tell me?”
                “Nay, the elf ‘as the right of it. Best ye find out on yer own. I’m sorry Quent,” Brenan said and laughed. “Besides, you won’t ‘ave to wait long.”
                “Aye, should be after the game tomorrow,” Esta added, peeling her attention away from the blood elf girl, who wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation. “Take the offer when ‘e does; it’s damn good money and a hell o’ a lot o’ fun.”
                “Agreed,” Ellern said.
                Quentin gave up when he realized the group was now conspiring to keep this a secret from him.
                The night was winding down as Crazk’s curfew approached, and Quentin and Brenan thanked Ellern for the drinks and companionship and bid them farewell; they knew he wouldn’t be joining on the trip back to the Half Moon. They left The Rose & Crown staggering and laughing and passed into the Gurubashi streets.
 
 
                Ellern sat with a boot upon the table, mug in hand, and the blood elf still upon his leg; Esta had leaned in even closer.
                “Well, I think it’s about time we moved this party upstairs,” he said to the two women. The blood elf looked back at him and bit her lip and nodded.
                “Finally,” Esta said.
                Ellern stood and gently slid the thin blood elf off his leg. He turned her towards him and picked her up as though she weighed nothing and threw her over his shoulder, her dress almost riding up enough to give the room a show.
                “My dress,” she squeaked with embarrassment, puling at the hem of her dress.
                Ellern gave her a swift crack on the ass, and she cried out.
                “Relax lass, you cannae see a thing, ‘sides it’s naught anyone ‘ere ‘asn’t seen,” Esta reassured the girl.
                “Farley,” Ellern called out to the bartender over the noise of the packed inn; the bartender looked up and saw the blood elf on Ellern’s shoulder and shook his head and fished something from under the bar. It was a key. He threw it to Ellern who caught it with his free hand and gave the barkeep a salute. Farley always kept a room in the inn upstairs open when he knew Ellern was in town, even if he had to turn people away, and the elf always tipped him generously to thank him.
                The elf fought through the crowd, his excited dwarf conspirator behind him, and they gained the stairs and climbed them with growing anticipation. They ran down the dim, torch lit hallway and found the room, and Ellern unlocked it, turned the nob and booted the door open; it was a simple room, with a dining table and chairs in the middle and a bed against the wall. The room was already well-lighted and recently freshened; the window was open, and the cool night breeze blew in.
                Ellern finally let the blood elf off his shoulder, and she gave him a mock-angry face to which he just laughed. Esta closed the door behind them and locked it, striding over to the blood elf and pulling her face down to the dwarf’s level and gave her a wet, hungry kiss, sticking her tongue in the young elf’s mouth. The blood elf was inexperienced and returned the kiss clumsily. Ellern found a chair and sat with his feet stretched out, hands resting on the back of his head. He watched the couple making out and found himself growing hard and started rubbing his cock through his pants.
                Esta practically dragged the young elf girl over to the dinning table. She pulled herself onto the table, and they continued kissing, now at eye level. The dwarf pulled her tanktop off and threw it across the room; the blood elf bit her lip and gave the dwarf a lusty look as she eyed those bountiful tits. She grabbed one with each dainty hand, marveling at the size of them before latching herself onto the dwarf’s left nipple, slurping loudly as she sucked and licked it. The dwarf gave a satisfied moan and held the blood elf’s long blonde hair back as she alternated between the left and right nipple. Esta pulled her off the nipple, and the two kissed again, the elf’s drool running down both of their chins. They pulled out of the kiss, a string of salvia forming a bridge between the pair. Esta gave the blood elf a gentle push back and jumped off the table and led the blood elf to the bed.
                The dwarf sat on the edge of the bed. “Take mah pants off,” Esta ordered the elf.
                The elf obliged, tugging the dwarf’s tight leather pants off, struggling to get them past her gigantic rear. The dwarf gave her a hand, and the two managed to remove them , revealing the dwarf’s lack of panties.
                “You’ve already got her wet,” Ellern, still sitting in his chair, congratulated the girl when he saw Esta’s slit glistening in the torch-light. Esta threw the leather pants at him, and he gave the crotch a deep sniff before discarding them. 
                The dwarf turned herself over, putting her head down on the bed and raising her rear to the elf, giving the elf a view of her ample backside. She pried her lightly freckled, pale cheeks apart, exposing her puckered hole to the room.
                “Eat,” the dwarf commanded.
                The young elf girl moved in tepidly and gave the hole an unsure look.  Summoning all the courage she had, the girl closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue and moved towards the dwarf’s asshole, eventually meeting it. She was giving it tentative poke and licks before the dwarf looked back and shouted:
                “Lass, what’re ye doing back there?” 
                Ellern stood up and walked over to the pair on the bed and gently took the blood elf by the shoulders and moved her away.
                “Never did this before, huh?” the night elf asked, and the girl shook her head, a pouty look on her face. “It’s ok, watch.” 
                Ellern bent down to the dwarf’s still upturned ass and gave her rosebud a few licks with his long tongue and smacked one of the dwarf’s pale cheeks, her flesh rippling, leaving a large red handprint. He brought his hand under the dwarf and slipped two thick purple fingers into her cunt, while continuing to lick her ass. The dwarf was starting to squirm and moan, strands of sweaty hair clinging to her forehead. The night elf pulled his fingers from the dwarf’s pussy and summoned the blood elf girl, who was watching them raptly, over to him. She stood beside him and he presented her one of his digits, still soaked in the dwarf’s juices. She sucked on it eagerly as he thrust it into her mouth.
                “Delicious, isn’t it?” he asked, as the elf slurped on his finger.
                With his finger still in her mouth, she nodded. He finally pulled his finger out and ran the tip of it along her lips. He pulled her in and gave her a passionate kiss, the taste of the dwarf’s juices still in both their mouths.
                “Are the two o’ ye ‘avin fun back there,” Esta said, ass still in the air.
                Ellern smiled at the blood elf and went back to the dwarf and gave her other cheek a firm slap, giving it a matching print. He moved back in and switched strategies, sticking a large finger into the dwarf’s butthole and, bringing his face close to her slit, gave it slow licks and gently rubbing her clit with his free hand. He soon had the dwarf panting, squirming, and moaning again. Ellern beckoned the blood elf over and left her to finish it off; he gave the dwarf’s ass a few more pumps with his finger before removing it. 
                With renewed confidence, the blood elf attacked, mimicking Ellern’s strategy. She licked the dwarf’s ass and stuck two fingers into the dwarf’s cunt and started pumping her. Ellern had taken his seat again and continued to stroke himself through his pants, smiling proudly at the work the blood elf was doing.
                “Yer…. a…. good…. teacher…. Ell,” the dwarf said, panting, as the blood elf worked between her ass and her pussy.
                “I’m so proud; I’ll make sure she’s well rewarded,” Ellern said.
                The blood elf girl pulled her fingers out of the dwarf’s snatch and turned to look at Ellern; she beckoned him over. The night elf again rose from his chair and went over to the blood elf who offered him one of her juice-soaked fingers, which he eagerly sucked on.
                “Delicious, isn’t it?” the blood elf asked, perfectly mimicking Ellern’s tone.
                “Indeed,” Ellern replied as the girl took her finger out of his mouth and circled his lips with it. She pulled the night elf to her for another passionate kiss and felt his erection against her. She gave it a few strokes through the outside of his pants before he turned her away.
                “Not yet. We have unfinished business, shall we?” he said, leading the girl over to the dwarf.
                Together they worked to finish the dwarf: Ellern went after her ass, burying his face between her cheeks, while the blood elf buried her fingers into the dwarf’s soaking slit and licked her engorged pussy-lips.  It didn’t take them long to push the dwarf to the edge. Under the combined assault of the elves, she stood little chance. She kicked and squirmed, toes curling and eyes rolling into the back of her head, finally burying her face into the bed, screamed and came into the blood elf’s mouth, remnants of the milky fluid dripping from the blood elf’s chin onto the bedsheets. 
                Esta rolled over and stared at the ceiling, sighing with contentment and spreading her arms. The blood elf straddled the naked dwarf and gave her another sloppy kiss, letting her taste her own cum. Ellern left the two in each other’s arms and sat back in his chair.
                “Alright ladies, you’ve had your fun. My turn,” he announced after allowing the girls a few minutes in each other’s arms. “Come undress me.” 
The girls rose from the bed and approached Ellern. The blood elf sat on the night elf’s lap and started unbuttoning his shirt, while Esta kneeled before him, unlacing his boots. While the blood elf sat on his lap, Ellern pulled the girls thin sun dress over her head, revealing her lithe body. Esta couldn’t hold back a laugh when she saw the girl’s underwear, which were a pair of bulky, conservative white panties.
“Me nan ‘ad a pair just like ‘em,” she said, dropping a sock she had just pulled of Ellern’s foot, doubling over in a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry lass,” she said when the girl looked back at her, clearly annoyed.
Ellern laughed. “Alright Esta, leave the girl alone,” he said unbuckling the blood elf’s bra, revealing her small, pert breasts. He threw the bra at the still laughing dwarf.
Ellern put his giant paws on her breasts and suckled on each one, giving both nipples a little bite as he left them, which caused the girl to yelp. The dwarf had recovered, and, with an assist from Ellern as he lifted his butt off the chair, pulled both the night elf’s pants and underwear off at once, letting his cock spring free; it was a long, thick light purple shaft that matched his skin tone, and a vein twined up the shaft from the sack to the head, which was a darker shade of purple.
The blood elf, still sat upon Ellern’s lap, gazed at it in wonder over her shouler and saw that the dwarf was already setting to work on it, noisily slurping on the shaft, taking about half of it in her throat, stretching her mouth wide. The girl pulled her gaze away and finished removing Ellern’s shirt and found herself once again gazing in wonder: this time at the elf’s chiseled chest and abs. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach, lingering on the scars that the elf had aquired. She looked up at him.
“Do they hurt?” she asked him.
“Only a little,” he replied. “One thing that makes them feel better is kisses from a pretty girl.”
She smiled at him and started giving his different scar little pecks and looked up at him for approval. He gave her a look that said, ‘you’re doing a good job.’ Esta, meanwhile, had moved to his smooth sack and took each nut in her mouth and swirled her tongue around, while giving the shaft long, slow strokes. Ellern laid his head back and gave a low moan, and seeing his neck exposed, the blood elf nipped and nuzzled it.
Esta let Ellern’s rod go and gave his sack a few final licks.
“Esta and I work well as a team, you see,” Ellern explained to the young elf girl as he adjusted her in his lap. “It’s been a little tradition of ours,” he continued as he slid the girl’s panties off her. “We share a girl the night before we fight in the Great Arena. It’s brought us both good luck.” He threw the panties across the room and readjusted the girl on his lap. “At the very least, it’s been a hell of a lot of fun.”
“Aye, it ‘as,” Esta agreed as she again took his shaft in hand and pointed the dark purple head towards the blood elf’s entrance. 
“Are you ready?” he asked the blood elf, as she suddenly looked nervous. She met his eyes and nodded. “I’ll be gentle.”
He put his hands on the girl’s hips and slowly lowered her onto his shaft, the dwarf holding it steady. His cockhead parted her netherlips as he eased himself into her; she stifled a pained moan as she wrapped her arms around Ellern’s neck and put her head on one of his huge pecs. He pushed more and more of his meat into her and gauged her reaction to assure that she was still comfortable. Esta had moved to the girl’s pert little ass and spread her cheeks and started going to town on the girl’s tiny asshole.
                They established a rhythm, as Ellern bounced her up and down on half of his cock; she moaned and alternated between giving his shoulder little nibbles and kissing him; the dwarf moved between the girl’s ass, the elf’s shaft, and his balls, slurping down the intermixed juices that flowed down from the pair.
                “Gods, you are tight, girl,” Ellern said, now having the girl nearly fully impaled upon his rod, her inner walls squeezing the elf’s meat, giving him great pleasure. The wooden chair creaked under their weight as the elf girl started riding him hard. She bounced up and down and grunted each time she came to the hilt of his shaft.  She was sweating and moaning and threw her head back and gave a guttural cry as she came; the girl shuddered and bucked wildly in the elf’s lap, and Ellern heard a loud crack as his rod was being squeezed by the girl’s insides. The girl bucked a final time, which finished off the chair, causing the legs to collapse from under them, sending them sprawling on the ground. Both gave a cry as they fell to the ground, and lying in the remains of the chair, they started laughing so hard that it left them gasping for air.
                The blood elf rolled off Ellern, and his cock slid out of her cunt, covered in her girl-cum. Their laugher finally dying down, there was only one job to finish. Ellern stood, and the girls approached him from each side of his meat, the elf girl on her knees and the dwarf standing; he grabbed the dwarf’s chestnut hair bun and a handful of the blood elf’s now-messy, sweat-soaked blonde and thrust his shaft between the two, who kept their lips on it and licked at it. Both girls fondled Ellern’s muscled, sweaty ass with a free hand. The blood elf and the dwarf would meet at the tip and give the other a sloppy kiss. The night elf let the dwarf’s bun go and grabbed a handful of hair on each side of the elf girl’s head and guided her mouth towards his meat. She took as much as her small mouth would allow, cheeks bulging with the thick purple cock in her mouth. He slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, while Esta once again moved under Ellern and gargled on his ballsack. Ellern pulled the elf away from his rod and brought Esta up and grabbed her buns on either side of her head and brought her towards his rod. She throated his shaft nearly to the hilt and gagged and coughed when she could take no more, while the blood elf had moved under Ellern and was kissing and licking his nutsack.  They alternated like this until Ellern could feel his climax building and pulled back, leaving both girls with their mouths open.
                The girls brought their faces together and looked at the slit on the end of Ellern’s dark purple cockhead with anticipation as the elf towered over them, pumping his rod furiously. He gave a low moan and shot load after load, glazing the girl’s faces in his jizzum. After he was finished, the blood elf and the dwarf exchanged a sloppy kiss, the cum mixing between the two. When their faces parted, strands of jizz hung between the girl’s mouths, and they came back to the elf’s now-softening member and gave it soft licks and little kisses.  Ellern gazed down at the pair’s satisfied faces and felt ready for his match tomorrow.
 
 
                They cleaned up with a few rags that they found in the closet and picked up their scattered clothing and dressed themselves. 
                “I’ll see the girl back to her inn,” Ellern told Esta. The dwarf seemed satisfied with that and went over to the blood elf, pulling her down to her level and giving her a chaste kiss on her lips; she thanked the girl and left them. 
                Ellern and the elf girl followed soon after; when they came downstairs, they found the bar staff cleaning the place, as most guests were now gone. The blood elf exited the pub and waited for Ellern outside.
                Ellern went to Farley, the bartender, who was wiping down the bar and cleaning mugs, and handed him the remainder of the coin pouch. He found an extra pair of coins in his pocket and placed them on the bar.
                “Sorry about the chair,” he said.
                “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t keep doing it,” Farley replied, rolling his eyes and pocketing the coins.
                Ellern gave him a smile and bid him farewell; he reunited with the girl, who was exhausted and practically falling asleep leaning against the wall of the pub and wrapped his arm around her as they walked away from The Rose & Crown. The night elf turned around at the end of the lane and looked at the shabby old pub, lights low as it wound down for the night. He placed his hand upon his breasted.
                “I really do love this place,” he announced, as they turned and walked away