Story Part 37 (Patreon)

“Take them all. But when you return, you’d better have news of their allies. And you’d better not have my daughters with you.” “Agreed,” Shelgrish said, quickly, before Lazgar had a chance to change her mind. “Glasha? Rylenka? You knew this day was coming. Gather your things and meet me at the gate,” she ordered, then she looked down at the prisoners. “Can I take their gear, as well?” Lazgar nodded, as her bodyguard handed over Therliss’ clothes, bow, and dagger. Lazgar slung the bow and quiver over her shoulder, putting the dagger in her belt.  Then, she gestured to the mud-covered half elf.

“She was nude when we found her,” Lazgar said. Shelgrish noted Miri eying the sword the jarl was holding. "I take it that sword belongs to her?” Lazgar seethed, “Of all omens, an elf, daughter of Ilvion, with his Orc-Scourge sword, less than a mile from our camp. I think I’ll keep this.” The barbarian was adamant, though. “Let me take it. If her group means your clan harm, it would be poetic if I executed them with that very sword.” Lazgar looked at her angrily, then passed the sword to her. “If they mean us harm, then bring it back, soaked in their blood.”