Zell left the tent early in the morning, leaving both women sleeping soundly, his upper body marked with scratches and bite marks from the enthusiastic pair as he headed towards the river to wash himself up.
Looking at his reflection in the water, Zell couldn't help but laugh quietly, remembering last night; it could not be easily forgotten.
Many elven women looked at him several times as they prepared their breakfast and daily chores before training, but he didn't take much notice, too focused on the plans for later today.
'We need to meet with the orcs later today. I don't know how they will react after I obliterated the western village...'
'Whatever, let's do our best; there is no time to worry about consequences now. Not with the demons and divines both preparing their assaults to crush the strongest members of Asteria.'
