Gawain was promptly shown what side of the blade he was on in this sad sad story of treacherous elves and Eretol whores. The kick between his legs landed, firm and stout, sending him hurling forwards landing on his knees. He planted his fists into the ground as he grunted, coughing slightly and spitting out blood on the dusty, sand-covered floor beneath him. He took a brief moment to recover before looking up, grinning slightly. The grin morphed into a deep, ragged laugh. [i]“You kick hard,”[/i] he said with a voice equally as ragged as his laugh. [i]“.. for an elf.”[/i] 

[i]“Give me a knife like you have and we can settle this betwee-”[/i] his answer was cut short by the elven leader, who stepped between to stop the woman. He then proceeded to ask the knight if he'd like to be delivered to his monarch. Oh, if only... [i]“I'd like that very much, elf.”[/i] he said, looking down at the floor again, still wincing from the pain. Oh, if only he had a knife, he'd string that elf bitch up on a noose along the rest of these vile creatures. The Eretrol whore, she'd meet a kinder fate. She was a whore, surely, and a tribal at that.. but she was still a human. She'd become his personal servant, to serve his every whim and need. Just the thought of that made the pain between his legs ease away.

A set of boots approached the man again, and from the sound of the voice it seemed to be the Eretol. She didn't get far past her initial sentence before Gawain really did collapse - not from pain, but from laughter. Was she [i]serious?[/i] He snickered even as she continued to speak. This woman was remarkably fun, even for being an Eretol whore. [i]“I know what I said to be untrue, is it?”[/i] he asked her then, looking up finally with a twinkle in his eyes. [i]“Then I s'pose you're not a criminal, and you simply arrived here to feed these poor villagers.. and then somehow a fire started and you came here with your weaponry to make sure I was unharmed?”[/i] He shook his head; [i]no, it was clear what they had done here.[/i] And justice [b]would[/b] be served for it as soon as he saw the chance to do it.

Her comment about her never spreading her legs for him didn't do much for him. For her, ten Eretol whores who would gladly offer up their hatred for the Aretians for some money. So he simply raised his shoulders at her comment, slowly rising upon his feet now, pushing himself off of the ground with his fists. This was the first time, however, that he managed to get a good look at the woman. She was stunning. It made him think twice about what she had said before, too - she certainly was attractive, for an Eretol. Only his hatred for those desert faring half-traders kept him from acknowledging this, even to himself. 

His staring was interrupted by her cold, cold gaze into his eyes, and voice that spelled only hatred for him - the kind he returned the favor of, most definitely. As she ordered him to move, he simply bowed lightly, as if he was bowing for a noble woman in court. [i]“After you, [b]milady..[/b]”[/i] he said playfully. In his mind he promised himself to make these fools pay for taking him captive. They should've killed him when they had the chance, because he was going to annoy them to death for the lack of a sword to do it with. 

The one thing that betrayed his playfulness was his body, which was bruised and dehydrated. As he attempted to step forwards to follow the woman into his captivity, he felt a sharp pain between his legs and in his side. The mage had been kind - played only mind tricks on him, which would explain why he couldn't recall much of his time in captivity. But between the hard sandstone floor in his cell, the elves and the Eretol whore beating him up and the bad shape he was in.. Gawain had seen better days. 

His arm was placed across his stomach to hold his hurting side, as he slowly made his way up the stairs following after the woman, and no doubt followed himself by whomever of the two remaining elves had decided to follow them up. His side hurt like hell, as did his sack. And his leg wasn't feeling too good either.. he swayed slightly as he attempted to hide that he was hurting. He did a bad job at it - it was clear to anyone that he was in some pain. 

It didn't stop him from wishing death to all those who were in and around the village at this time.