“I guess I know something you don’t.” He cocked his head, “Dark-elves are notoriously fertile. XXX “I know who you are.”
“You know nothing.”
She bundled herself tighter in her sleeping bag, and glared at me from across the fire. To sit on the throne yourself? We will only get one shot.”
“Ternias is a paranoid man,” Huntiata said. They can mate with any creature and become pregnant. “No!”
She smiled cruelly. Our best markswomen were huntresses, our best swordswomen were sugar-cane farmers, and our best calvary were cowgirls.” She gave me a stern look, “When it comes to killing, it doesn’t really matter what you were.”
“Any maniac can justify murder.”
“Is that what you did when you raided orc villages?”
“Are you a rebel or a bandit?” I snapped.
