In the end, this diverging disposition led to him being extraordinarily cruel to compensate for his lack of strength. One might even say that his exaggerated weight was also part of this subconscious effort on his part. Since he wasn't born eight feet tall like those freaks with war bloodlines, he would make himself more imposing in other ways…
"A high elf, you say…" Earl's steps paused. For a moment, it seemed that he might even continue walking forward, but it was just an illusion. It was simply that his belly hadn't gotten the memo that his legs had come to a stop.
The Earl's gaze flashed with a curious light that a hint of contempt was well hidden within.
"Interesting." He finally said. "Bring that man here, say that I'd like to have a meeting with him. Since it's a high elf, I'm sure that with his strength, he's long since noticed as well."
The kneeling woman nodded hurriedly and turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a pull of energy.
