Chapter 3
The House Call
Alorna was in a foul mood. One worse than her usual less-than-friendly demeanor. And, as she walked through camp, not a soul dared stand in her path. They saw the look in her eye and knew that this level of anger was reserved for one thing, a deal falling through. The stoic slaver was on a war path and not even the gods could save the person who had slighted her. She was flanked by her bodyguards, Brick and Mortar, who did what they could to warn any who might stumble in Alorna's path. Causing even the slightest break in her stride would result in a shallow grave and any who risked travelling within her convoy knew that wasn't an empty threat. Mortar peeled away from his employer and headed in another direction, breaking into a light jog. She didn't even need to give the order, he knew exactly what she wanted him to do. The large bodyguard was much more nimble on his feet than you'd expect. He easily weaved through the dense crowd, ducking under and dodging around any obstacles as he made his way towards the sell swords. For most, conducting business within the camp was forbidden, but Alorna was one of the exceptions. Of course she was, it was her encampment after all. So, bag of coin in hand, Mortar made a beeline for the most notorious of mercenary groups. The Crimson Boar.
The Boar were a nasty band of men who had no problem wiping an entire city off the face of the planet. These were the people you contacted for only the most gruesome of jobs. There weren't many of them within Alorna's convoy, but the few that did travel with her, was more than enough for any job she may need done. These especially brutal few lay around lazily sharpening weapons when Mortar barreled up to them. Kanabo, the leader of this division of Boar, looks up at Mortar as he approaches.
He's a slender man, that Kanabo, tall and lanky. Of course, next to behemoths like Brick and Mortar, he looks to be quite squat and even more scrawny. A long scar runs down the left side of the merc's face, his left eye pure white. Intricate tattoos cover his arms and snake up his neck, all done in various colors of ink. Most notably, on his right shoulder are twenty-two tally marks in crimson. Unlike his brothers in arms, Kanabo lays back, propped up on his elbows, his weapon simply lying by his side. There's not much sharpening to do with the club he wields. The leader cocks an eyebrow, toothpick hanging from his teeth as Mortar tosses down the bag of coin.
"Lady Alorna calls," the bodyguard announces. Kanabo stares at the bag until one of his men reaches out and grabs it, peering inside. With a sigh the mercenary gets to his feet, giving his leather pants a quick dust off. He grabs his club, which is the length of his arm, and lays it against his shoulder. It's made of pure metal, the handle where Kanabo grabs, is the only part that's polished. The rest has become rough and stained with blood from use. Around the end are a series of rounded spikes, for optimal damage. This mercenary in particular doesn't seem to harbor the same fear of Alorna as nearly everyone in convoy. That's probably why he was made leader of his singular of boar.
Meanwhile, Alorna and Brick approach a behemoth of a caravan, which looked like it could house a family of elephants. Two armed guards stand next to the over sized metal doors, hefty crossbows in hand, large scimitars on their hips. They spot Alorna and nearly leap out of their skin. The one on the right quickly produces a key and sticks it into the right door. The one on the left fishes his key out and scrambles for the lock. His panic stricken shaking hands miss the keyhole once, twice, three times before he plunges it in, but it's too late. Before he can turn it, he feels Alorna's hand.
The slaver grips the back of his head and thrusts it forward, smashing it into the large metal doors. His skull rebounds once, twice, three times before she lets the bloodied sap collapse on the ground. Brick steps forward, taking hold of the injured guards' key and turns it. There's a series of clicks within the doors and, while Alorna awaits for the numerous locks to disengage, the other guard takes out a cloth and quickly cleans his comrade's blood off of the metal. Wouldn't want to ruin the polish on one of Lady Alorna's personal caravans, after all. Only after it's properly clean does he grab hold of his fellow guard's legs and drag him away from the enraged woman.
Brick grabs the handle of each door and throws them open to reveal treasure room. A pile of all sorts of coin, sloppily divided by which kingdom they belong to sits in the very back, taking up a good portion of the caravan. Ornate chests line the walls, each filled with an immeasurable amount of riches, trinkets, and priceless artifacts. Much of that, which is locked away in chests, was gifted to Alorna as a plea for protection. A large throne like chair sits in the center, a tall mirror beside it. A number of wardrobes, no doubt filled with the finest clothes are scattered throughout. This was Alorna's collection. Well, not quite. This was simply what Alorna had procured since she last got a chance to visit her actual vault. If this collection impressed someone, they'd simply have a heart attack if they ever laid their eyes on her vault.
Brick placed his hands on Alorna's waist and quickly lifted her up, into the caravan. She didn't waste any time, going to the first chest and rummaging around before going to the next. It was clear Alorna knew exactly what she was looking for, but didn't know where it was. Brick stood awkwardly at the entrance, not sure if he's allowed to enter Alorna's special caravan. If he were hefting a load of loot into it, that was a different story, but he didn't know if Alorna would like him digging through her things. So he just stood and watched.
The slaver was onto her fourth chest, the contents of the first three spilled onto the floor around them, before Mortar and Kanabo joined them. Mortar too wasn't sure if he was allowed to enter the caravan and stood sheepishly at the doors. Kanabo, however, didn't hesitate to hop right in. Alorna glanced back when she heard his boots against the caravan floor, but otherwise didn't react to him entering. Still, her bodyguards didn't join them. It was obvious that Kanabo could do things that they'd get buried alive for. Including make flirty comments to their employer.
"A beautiful sight," Kanabo announced himself. His voice wasn't all that deep, but it carried throughout the massive caravan and had a certain edge to it that would intimidate most. But not Alorna. "You, not all the money and trinkets and... is that a throne?" Alorna ignored the playful mercenary, moving to the next chest. He itched his nose and looked around for a moment. "Heard you had a deal go sour yesterday, suppose that's why I'm here." Again, Alorna ignored him. He pursed his lips, sucking his teeth. Kanabo cleared his throat and clapped his hand against the side of his fist. "What are you looking for? Maybe I can help find it."
"A cage," Alorna snapped. That little intimidating edge in Kanabo's voice was present in Alorna's as well. The only difference was, when Alorna spoke, it wasn't an edge, it was the whole thing. The intimidating sound of power that bent all to her will and gained her the respect and fear she commanded now. "A little silver cage about the size of a pendant." Kanabo nodded and walked to the opposite set of chests. He bends down and begins rooting through it, looking for the little cage. "And if you take anything else, sell sword, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to your men." The mercenary paused to laugh. He looked back at Alorna, brazenly eyeing her round rear as she bent over to dig through yet another chest.
"You're in a rotten mood," Kanabo prodded. "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your scorn." It took some time for the duo to sort through Alorna's mess of a collection before they found the trinket. Once they managed to fish it out, the rest of Kanabo's band had joined Brick and Mortar, simply watching their employers swim through a mountain of riches. It was clear that, if they so wished, they could easily seize this collection from Alorna. But something about the woman stopped them. Especially with the blind rage she was already in, something told them that trying to take advantage of her would end very poorly for them.
"So what's the job?" Kanabo yawned, hopping out of the carriage. He offers a hand, which Alorna takes, and assists the Slaver in climbing down. He takes the chance to lay a bold hand upon Alorna's wide hip, his fingers curling to gently squeeze it. Alorna, wrapped up in her rage for another person, ignores the slight for now. "As simple as it seems?"
"You've heard of The Earl before, no?" Alorna asked. Kanabo raised his eyebrows. The Earl was someone much the same as Alorna. While he didn't deal in the slaving business, he was one of the most renown names in the criminal world, as well as the most infamous criminal in all the Seven Kingdoms. This was mostly due to the fact that, despite his high profile, very few people knew who he actually was. In fact, the only people who had truly seen The Earl's face were the handful of criminals regarded as bosses of the underworld. One of those bosses was, of course, Alorna the Dragon.
Kanabo hesitated for a moment. The only reason Alorna would bring The Earl up is if he was the one she needed the Boar's help dealing with. Siding with a Alorna against another Boss wasn't really something for Kanabo to decide. Sure he was a Captain within the Crimson Boar, but this was something that was far above his authority. Under normal circumstances he'd join Alorna without a second thought, but this wasn't something that happened everyday. It'd been years since a conflict like this arose between two bosses and Kanabo couldn't quite remember what his band had done during that time.
"The Earl is a friend of the Boar, just as you are Lady Alorna," He said slowly. He could see that didn't quell any of the flames behind her eyes. It may have even made them burn more intensely. "And it isn't wise for us to take part in something like this. I mean, if we betray The Earl today... what will everyone think of us tomorrow? What would you think of us Alorna? If we're willing to betray one crime boss, surely you'd begin to think we're willing to betray you." Alorna cocked an eyebrow. "Not that we would ever, betray you Lady Alorna," Kanabo adds, placing a hand over his heart. Alorna stared at him for a moment before dropping her brow.
"Tell me, do you know who the Earl is?" Alorna poked. Kanabo glanced at his men before shaking his head. "That's right and neither does anyone else. Could anyone really blame the Boar if you killed an important man by accident? Say you've grown bored of my company and decide to ransack a castle we pass by. If the Lord of that castle happens to be someone of power in the Underworld, but no one knew... did you really betray him?" Kanabo stares into Alorna's fiery eyes, considering this for some time. "And once the Earl is gone," Alorna continues, "there will be a vacancy."
"Say," Brick grunts. Kanabo looks over at him. The bodyguard licks his lips and gestures to the Boar all around him. "Aren't you and yours from the Kingdom The Earl runs the underworld in?" Kanabo nods slowly. "I'm from around those parts too and I remember him being a bastard with all his protection fees. Part of the reason I joined up with Lady Alorna. So long as I'm flying the Dragon's banner, I ain't gotta pay protection to no one. Surely if someone you worked for took The Earl's place..." Brick raised his eyebrows, not finishing his thought.
"I know your leader quite well, Kanabo. He lusts for power. I'm giving you a chance to not only earn a little coin, but his gratitude as well," Alorna continued. "Besides, having a leader of mercenaries join my ranks is much more useful than some petty thief. Do this job successfully and your men will not only become the de facto Kings of Ombre's underground, but you'll be the ones collecting protection money." A small grin crawled across Kanobo's lips.
Alorna was right. Of course she was. One doesn't earn the rank of Crime Boss without knowing the underworld like the back of her hand. Not to mention the fact that Alorna didn't exactly belong to any Kingdom in particular. While the other seven bosses had a base of operations and rarely traveled, the slaver roamed from Kingdom to Kingdom as she pleased. She didn't pay protection fees to the boss in charge of whatever Kingdom she happened to be operating in at any given moment, nor did she pay taxes to the royals up in their castles. Her name carried so much weight that everyone allowed her to do as she pleased, as to not offend. Rules simply didn't apply to Alorna and there would be little to no repercussions to her orchestrating The Earl's downfall.
So it was decided. Alorna's convoy went off course and headed straight for the heart of Ombre. Not the capitol, which lay on the coast, but a small fiefdom called Eastdrift. It was a tiny thing that didn't even have an inn. Travelers didn't stop here and no news makers walked its unpaved streets. The houses were simple stone work with hay roofs, each one equipped with a dingy cellar. Overlooking the town was a humble mansion. It didn't tower high in the sky or stretch out far across the landscape. In fact, it was barely big enough to be considered a mansion. Large, well manicured hedges surrounded it, hiding most of the windows from prying eyes and behind the gate bubbled a white stone fountain.
To most, this town would look like nothing and to most that's exactly what Eastdrift was. Nothing. But some knew better. Criminals with quick hands all knew the name Eastdrift and those that fenced stolen goods heard tale of the thief refuge. A place to rest your weary head when not swiping things from the hard working folk of the world. But to Alorna, and many others, Eastdrift was less than nothing. It was a den of vermin and today Alorna's Boar would be the exterminators.
The slaver's convoy encircled Eastdrift. Caravans, horses, wagons, and men of ill repute surrounded it, preventing any within the town to escape. Bottles of liqour, stuffed with flaming rags, were hurled into the village. The glass smashed loudly on the stone houses, sending a shower of flame onto the straw roofs. They burned quickly, spewing columns of black smoke into the sky and raining embers onto the greenery below, threatening to catch that as well. Thieves poured from the cellars by the dozen, waving daggers and bows, hoping to stomp out whatever attacker was upon them. But thieves aren't warriors and were no match for the mercenaries that swarmed the small village. Especially not when those low level mercs were led by a deadly force like the Boars.
The plan was simple. If The Earl was the only person killed, it'd look suspicious. However, if the entire town of Eastdrift was torched to the ground, including the little mansion which overlooked it, then no one would bat an eye. So, once the invasion was underway, Kanabo broke away from the crowd, bringing two of his men with him, and stormed the mansion. There were no guards, nor were there any traps, as The Earl expected honor among thieves. The only problem was, as soon as Alorna's convoy showed up, the mansion had been deserted. Not even the servants remained and certainly not the target of this little invasion.
Kanabo didn't falter though. He charged up the small staircase and kicked the door to the study off its hinges. As he looked around at the many bookshelves, each one bowing under the weight of all the priceless manuscripts placed upon them, his eyes lit up. Alorna had informed him of an escape route hidden in the study and told him exactly which shelf it was hidden behind. However, she also told Kanabo to give The Earl a little head start. Lucky for Kanabo, the only thing he enjoyed as much as violence was destruction. So he took his club in hand and swung with glee. Splinters and scraps of paper burst into the air. His companions followed suit, kicking down shelves and smashing them to bits.
The mercenary made sure to save the tallest shelf for last. It wasn't much taller than the others, and unnoticeably taller once all the rest had been destroyed, but it was definitely the tallest. Kanabo brought his club over his head and brought it down on the top of the shelf. The heavy club tore through the top, knocking books to the ground, busted through the first shelf, then the next, and the next, and the next. Kanabo kicked the side of the thoroughly split shelf, sending one half across the room and revealing a dark shaft with a rope ladder. The mercenary didn't bother with the ladder, opting to simply leap into the shaft, landing heavily at the bottom.
Kanabo found himself in a tunnel. It was a dark dingy thing carved into the earth. The ceiling was just short enough for Kanabo to have to hunch down as he walked down it, the dirt dry and solid underfoot. At the end of that long tunnel was a man. He was short and wiry, with a face like a weasel. His features were pinched, and his thin lips pushed out in a permanent scowl. A thin line of hair sat on his upper lip and fear in his eye.
The man clawed at the opposite wall of the tunnel, fumbling around for the rope ladder hanging down it. Unable to catch his breath, he casts an eye over his shoulder. Darkness. He didn't yet know he was being followed, though he'd learn very soon. He scrambled up the ladder, pushing a trapdoor open. And, as he crawled out, he found himself in a small cave looking over the ocean. A salty breeze filled it, the faint smell of smoke mingling with the scent of the sea. And, as he looked around, his heart sunk. He wasn't alone and never would be again.
Standing at the entrance of the cave are three forms. Two massive men, their shoulders broad, muscles bulging all over their body. They lean against the rocky cave wall, quietly chatting with the third form. A woman. She isn't very tall, the top of her head only reaching halfway up the pair of goliaths' chests. She wore polished steel armor, a sword the length of her arm hanging from her left hip. The pinched faced man didn't pay them much mind, however, for a fourth person sat within the cave, the mere sight of whom striking a paralyzing fear into the little weasel.
She sat upon a small rock, one long chocolate colored leg crossed over the other, both hugged by sheer black stalkings. Her arms are folded, just under her massive bust, which her luxurious silky dress struggled to contain. She had a slender neck, which lead to a sharp chin. Her cheekbones were well pronounced and her ears were sharp as little knives and bogged down with countless earrings made from glittering gold. Her nose was small and ended in a small upturn, as if trying to direct your line of sight to her intense hazel eyes, which seemed to glow a fiery orange. White paint danced across her features, so bright against her dark skin. Hanging on a thin chain around her neck was a polished pendant, in the shape of a birdcage. She was quite possibly the last person this man wished to see in all of the Seven Kingdoms. "Fancy seeing you here," The elf spoke.
"Alorna," He whispered, his voice shaking violently as it escaped his lips. Alorna's full pouty lips curled into a smirk and she dragged her long tongue across her top row of teeth. The man gulped down the lump forming in his throat and slowly climbed from the trap door, set in the cave floor. The three stood at the entrance end their conversation, turning their full attention to the rarest of sights among the underworld. It would seem that two of the Eight had come face to face.
"How many times must I warn you, hmmm?" Alorna hummed, raising a brow. The Earl opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He shook his head, heart racing. Alorna rose to her feet. She was quite a tall woman, her heels giving her an extra few inches. She walked slowly in a circle around the small cave, keeping her eyes locked onto The Earl. A delightful jiggle ran through her thick thighs and large rear end with each firm step. Her heavy chest joined in with a lovely bounce, but there wasn't much time to enjoy the sight. An aura of seething rage oozed from her already intimidating presence. She stopped in front of The Earl once more. "I'm not some lowly thief you can take advantage of."
"Of course not Alorna!" He gasps, finding his voice. "I-I-I know that. I just, just-"
"You don't seem to know that." She licks her lips slowly. Just then, Kanabo climbs from the open hatch, dragging his heavy club up behind him. He scrambles to his feet, seeing that he's too late to see The Dragon play with her prey, and dusts his leather pants clean of dirt. "But I'll gladly teach you why you don't fuck me over." With that, her hired mercenary raised his heft club and brought it down in one violent arc, putting an end to the King of Thieves. The Earl falls to the ground, a light shooting from his eyes and into the cage hanging from Alorna's neck. Silence fills the cave. Alorna takes a moment to take in the sight. She inhales deeply, letting out a relaxed sigh.
The Slaver waves her hand and Mortar rushes in to scoop up The Earl, lugging him away, Brick and Aanlyn in tow. Kanabo has a big grin on his face, chuckling as he swings his club a few times, reveling in the thrill of his kill. Alorna seemed to be doing the same. She didn't do anything more than stand there, her arms still folded around her ribs, but her chest rose and fell quite a few beats faster than usual. Her thick chocolate kiss nipples pressed against the inside of her dress, creating a small nub on each of her heavy breasts for all to see. A new smell joined the scent of flame and sea. The smell of excitement and it poured from Alorna. It would seem the filthy dark elf enjoyed the sight of blood, making her special payment to Kanabo all that much easier.
The two didn't exchange words, the Mercenary dropping his club with a thud. His eyes ran hungrily over the curvy Alorna. He licked his lips slowly. Alorna slid her dress from her shoulders, letting it fall free of her chest. Her chest was held up in a snug satin bra, the top of her bust spilling freely from it. She gave the hem of her dress a tug, pulling it down her wide hips and letting it fall down her long legs into a small pile around her golden heels. Slaying a Crime Boss was a risky job and came with a high price. Of course, Kanabo didn't want money from Alorna, he wanted something much, much more enjoyable.
The mercenary approached her. He reached around and grabbed a firm handful of her thick ass cheek. Alorna let out a lewd moan as she felt his strong hand, warm with blood as he left a nice print against her dark skin. Despite her place in this world, it didn't seem Kanabo would be showing her any respect during this. He wrapped her long hair around his fist and yanked her head back, making Alorna gasp. She let out a shaky breath of excitement, the mercenary's hand grabbing the front of her bra. He tore it free, her heavy tits bouncing free, and pressed his lips to one.
He dragged his hot tongue across Alorna's sensitive nipple, sending a shiver down her spine, before biting into the doughy flesh of her milky jug. He snarled, hand striking her fat ass. A loud clap filled the cave as he smacked that ass. "Hah!" Alorna cried out, forced to press her soft tit into his face, smothering him for a moment. Kanabo snickered, using his grip on her hair to roughly force her to her knees. He deftly yanked his trousers open, letting his fat dick swing free. It slapped against Alorna's face, the musky smell of a man filling her nostrils. The usually proud woman didn't hesitate to take hold of his length.
She took it in both hands, pumping it up and down. She felt it throbbing and pulsing to life, growing to her touch as she took the thick head in her mouth. Alorna slurped lewdly on it, eliciting a moan from the rough merc. She moaned with him, letting her long skilled tongue buzz against his helmet. She pushed forward, taking more of that juicy hog in, gulping down the cock flavored spit that quickly filled her mouth. Kanabo thrust forward. Holding tightly on her hair, he pumps his hips, forcing his fat dick down Alorna's throat. She gags on him, choking as he forces more and more in, but he doesn't let up.
Hot drool coats his thrusting cock. His nuts slap against Alorna's sharp chin, and her nose bangs against his pelvis with each rough thrust. He panted and moaned, enjoying the feel of her snug throat for a while. Then, grabbing her head with both hands, Kanabo pushes himself all the way down. Alorna feels him fill her throat, her neck bulging with his throbbing meat. Air grows short and she feels tears springing to her eyes. Kanabo simply laughs, enjoying the warmth enveloping his cock, not caring whether or not she can breathe. He groans, tilting his head back, taking a deep breath before shoving her off his cock.
Alorna falls back on the cave floor, panting for breath, drool running down her chin. The mercenary doesn't let her rest for long. Grabbing her long legs he roughly rolls her onto her stomach. He drops to his knees behind her and grabs those wide hips, pulling them in the air. Alorna whines with pleasure, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. Kanabo places his hand between her shoulder blades and pushes roughly, forcing her face back into the dirt, her fat ass high in the air. "Ever been fucked like a whore, you filthy elf?" He snarls, ripping her panties free of her body.
He doesn't wait for an answer. Kanabo pulls his hips back, lining up his spit lubed cock, and slams it into Alorna's tight cunt, which drools with excitement. "Fuuuuuck!" Alorna squeals into the dirt. Kanabo pushes and pushes, forcing his full length into her, stretching her cunt to fit him. His heavy nuts swing between her spread thighs, slapping against her aching clit. He doesn't care if she gets off. To Kanabo, right now Alorna isn't a lady, she's toy and he wants nothing more than to break the proud Elven slut.
The mercenary pulls back, quickly slamming himself back into her. His body clapping against her fat ass. Her cunt slurps lewdly on him as he begins thrusting. Fast. Hard. The lewd noises fill the cave, echoing off the walls. Alorna's moans and cries of pleasure soon joining them as Kanabo grunts and snarls behind her. His hands grip her hips, fingers sinking into the dark doughy flesh. Thrusting with such force his thighs begin turning pink and then red as they hammer against Alorna. His fat dick twitching throbbing so deep inside her. Drooling hot pre-cum, lubing her cunt as he roughly fucks it into a new shape.
Kanabo doesn't last long against a woman like Alorna. After abusing her throat, he's given himself a short fuse. Pushing deep into her, his body locks up, teeth clenching as he cums. A hot white cream explodes into the Slaver's body, flooding her. It feels as if he'd saved up days and days of cum just for this. Mostly because he'd done just that. He wanted to flood the proud Crime Boss like she'd never been flooded. He wanted his hot seed to fill her womb and still be able run down her legs. To pool on the ground under her. And, as he pulled from her aching loins, that's exactly what happened.
Thick, gooey cum spilled from Alorna's stretched body, her tight fuckhole gaped, putting her insides on display. It splatters on the ground between her spread thighs and Alorna gasps and pants for breath. Kanabo lifts a hand from her hip and brings it down on her fat ass, making Alorna yelp. But she didn't yelp nearly as much as what he did next made her cry out.
Not giving her even a moment's rest, Kanabo lines the fat head of his cock to Alorna's tight asshole. Lubed with cum, he pushes forward. Alorna inhales sharply as she feels it, lifting her head off the ground. She shuts her eyes tight, toes curling as he pushes and pushes into her tight virgin asshole. No one had ever been bold enough to disrespect Alorna's body in such a way. She hadn't had so much as a finger inside of it, but here this filthy mercenary was, shoving his fat cock in her ass. His hot cum coated the way as he pushed and pushed, not giving up until he managed to cram his full length up her ass.
Alorna opened her mouth, screaming soundlessly as he bottomed out in her. Kanabo pulled back slowly, just to push himself back inside. He worked his hips much slower and gentler as he violated her snug asshole. Stretching it around his massive cock. He wasn't nearly as large as Orakh, the Orc Warlord, but he definitely felt ten times bigger as he worked her fat ass. Pumping slowly, grunting and moaning. Of course, Kanabo's balls were sufficiently drained, so, as he continued to thrust, panting and moaning behind her in ecstasy, he simply counted his strokes. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Kanabo pulled himself free of her ass and stared down, admiring the way it gaped for him. With a snicker he spits a hot glob of spit in her freshly fucked ass before getting to his feet.
"Pleasure doing business, as always Lady Alorna." He says putting himself away. Alorna doesn't move, still trying to catch her breath, head spinning. Her face pressed to the ground, ass in the air. Kanabo steps in front of her and gives a little bow. "If you need anything from the Boar, please, be sure to contact us." With that the mercenary leaves the cave. He leaves the Slaver lying there, his hot cum drooling from her well-fucked, gaping holes, to recover on her own. And it does take quite some time for Alorna to regain her senses, get dressed once more, and rejoin her convoy.
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