Solle and Kenrir Part 7
Link below for part 6
Link below for part 5 THIS PART NSFW Kenrir cannot believe this turn of events. His mind going over his actions and her reaction to it all.
Vhellig wakes with a scream in her throat-something is pulling her arm off! Wait- the last thing she remembers is the big ugly Orc dislocated her elbow when she was not willing to get him into Solles room. Like hell she wanted to go in there and expose her friend. She did not recognize the big guy, but she knew the Orc was here to kill. He smelled of death. When the brute forced her to the door she cursed and hoped Solle at least had the mind to be cautious. Her life is in such a state of constant alarm. Vhel wonders how Solle can relax at all.
She looks to her arm and sees the Elf Solle brought to her room, Kenner? Kerreer? Ken-something something-eer. He is slowly bending her arm testing the movement.
Solle was holding her down and visibly relaxes when she sees Vhel come to. Solle hugs her best friend, the gash on her head is superficial, but any head wound bleeds profusely and looks like a battle wound. Vhellig relaxes just a touch, “Can I have my arm back now?” Kenrir releases her arm after another moment of inspection. “You will feel it for a day, but it is put back in.”
“Thanks. Where is Ugly? I hope you gutted him.” Solle gives a shrug, “You weren’t dead, and he gave us info- so I let him leave.” “Oh, GODS! No you did not! I need to kick his ass! Lemme up! I am gonna kill ‘em myself…. You don’t let assassins go Sol. They CAN’T be trusted. He smelled of Death and I don’t want to know how many more he will kill.”
Solle holds her friends hand. “Vhel, listen. Come sit down and let’s talk some more, do you want a drink? I have some red wine as long as THAT isn’t poisoned” Kenrir helps them both up minding Vhelligs arm.
He smirks “Only the Tea, I assure you.” Vhel gasps, “Only the…. Tee….Wait… Am I missing something?!?” With another shrug from Solle she says “Uh, yeah we have some catching up to do. Here.” Solle hands Vhellig the whole bottle, uncorked.
Vhel is looking back and forth between the two “I think you should start at the beginning. Wait….” Vhel swigs the bottle up and she downs the contents of the bottle in a few gulps. “Now…. Start.” Solle gets a smirk to her face- “well my mom and dad had sex 27 years ago…” “SOL! Gods not that beginning….”
Kenrir smirks at their antics. As Solle brings Vhellig up to speed with everything, his thoughts take over. His normal company is a bit more stoic. Solle is so young for an Orc Princess. It makes her out to be an easy target. Kenrir frowns and sweeps the room for more threats. He now knows that he and Solle have targets on their backs. He has just realized something: If she will have him, he has a new task: to protect her.
