Servicing

One minute, Lia was owned by marauders and her nights were akin to a nightmare. The next, a blue tones wolf with a sword strapped to his back was staring so deeply into her eyes that she had never felt more like a person. Then he was whisking her away with his Warlord Godfather, taking her from the chilly Northern climate.

Their journey was a long one, and night began before they made their way to what would be her new home. The intimidating black wolf briskly declared he would hunt them breakfast, and then took off into the rapidly falling dusk. Leaving Adalia and Art behind to protect the wares and set up camp.

Briskly, and without needing to be told, Adalia fetched some of the extra coats off the bears carts, and dragged them into the small cave they had stopped before. She settled them down in good spots out of the wind and began a small fire near the entrance of the den. These tasks done, she turned to her new Master and dipped her head low in an elegant bow. “My Lord, would it please you if I massaged your aching muscles?”

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