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You fight with words, like our weak kindred in the Falwood. What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft, and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky! The challenge is accepted.

Arianrhod cursed. Aodh had been a hunting companion for the last few decades. An artist with the blade, his skill at torment had been the talk of even rival tribes. He'd been a constant in forced marches, dawn raids, and even shared a bedroll when she'd the urge. Aodh was never going to dance a...

Arianrhod gave her a tap to the head and a frown. "Hon-or-if-ic" she spelt out though she couldn't stay too angry at her. The slave's defiance amused her, she was a fine catch. Humans could surprise even elves at times. "Briac wise. Briac know many things. Briac see you" she said with a...

A tall figure half stumbled through the doorway. Arianrhod wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned against the wall, regarding Maeve thoughtfully. The other slave seemed to be cringing away, dropping her head and acting like she didn't know the redhead. "Suas-up" she ordered...

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Maeve probably felt more of an affinity with the other human captives but even with some of them she was viewed warily. There was something just...elvish about her. Her tall frame, her different manner, she was something more like the masters than them in ways. The girl next to her sat in...

Maeve was to learn that while life as an elven captive wasn't the worst, nor was it pleasant. She was generally up before dawn and put to work drawing water or preparing the morning meal. The shackles were kept on her, only the more trusted slaves seemed to be allowed go around without them...

The elf snorted and gave a mocking wave before leaving the tipi. She'd barely gone two steps before she sensed Murgen's presence. "You're brave to approach from behind" she commented, turning to stare. The other elf jerked his head at the tipi, "Your captive is meriting some talk". "Precisely"...

"Oh" Arianrhod said, like she was disappointed. "As you like". She rose gracefully and paused before leaving. "You go and we find? You lose.." she mimed cutting off bits of a finger and then pointed at ears and nose "No good" she warned, wagging a finger at her like she was a child. "Be good...

A fighter wouldn't be here the elf wanted to say but there was no point riling her captive. "Servant now" she declared. Funny how so many of these humans claimed grandiose titles when captured. It was like an ape claiming it was destined for something better. A short beautiful laugh at the...

They were a conundrum. Arianrhod couldn't fathom how alien their minds were. She doubted that she could even place a geas on the human to compel her to obey. It would have to be done the old fashioned way with shackles and lots of punishment for infractions. "Servant" she told her. And you can...

Arianrhod recognised an arrow wound. She'd caused enough and gotten a few herself. Biting her lip, she did her best to clean the infection before reaching into the pouch. She produced a poultice, mashing some moss in and layering it over. She began to wrap a bandage tight around Maeve's...

Arianrhod spat on the ground. "Weak" she mouthed at the human. "Where?" she followed the gaze and moved to examine the arrow wound. The bruise on the knee was examined with a cursory prod and snort of dismissal. The arrow wound got more examination though. "Hmmph". The elf didn't speak more...

The elf laughed, "You can read, write?" she said in disbelief. Maybe apes could too if this beast could. "Useless". Her city kin might have put her to use but it wasn't what her clan needed slaves to do. Cleaning pots and preparing food would serve her well for now. "You pretty" for a human...

"We cut mages" Arianrhod told her with some glee. "Be good, you get food. Get water. Otherwise..." she made a throat cutting motion. She grunted and poked the human, "What you do? Can do?". No point putting her to work on crops if she was a serving girl.