[color=gold][center][h1]Ebthor[/h1][/center][/color]


Snow, rain, and the ichor of demons—all seemed inconsequential to Ebthor, not just due to his circumstances but also owing to an unsettling familiarity he yearned to shed. The term "master" left a bitter taste, a loathsome reality demanding his unwavering obedience. Despite his disdain, Ebthor acknowledged that his master's endeavors at least provided the coin necessary for modest survival.

Their days initially revolved around the relentless routine of inns, front-line demon-slaying, and subsequent haggling for rewards. It was a lifestyle alien to Ebthor, yet it became his reality for an extended period. Then, amid the aftermath of battles and the flow of blood, an unexpected job offer emerged. The prospect of travel, accommodation, and various amenities intrigued Aelyeth, rendering Ebthor's suspicions irrelevant as his fate was sealed.

Now, far removed from the battlefield, Ebthor found himself amidst opulence, relishing the comforts of the wealthy with his master. Seated in an enchanted hall surrounded by verdant foliage, the experience surpassed any preconceptions. Basking in the splendor of playing the honored guest of a wealthy man felt leagues beyond the stale inns of the frontline.

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Yet, Aelyeth, ever the inquisitive soul, found herself on a quest for the juiciest gossip within the hallowed halls of the Royal Respite. No target was too formidable for her relentless pursuit of information, and her primary focus was none other than the unyielding proprietor. Despite her persistent smiles and charming attempts, [u]he remained an impervious bastion of professionalism during the daylight hours[/u].

However, as the moon cast its ethereal glow and night descended upon the Royal Respite, an unexpected twist unfolded. The seemingly unflappable proprietor appeared at Aelyeth's chamber door with an air of sternness and desperation, unveiling a side not witnessed by the prying eyes of the establishment.

"Your incessant inquiries are disrupting the harmony of this fine establishment," he declared, his tone firm yet imbued with a desperate plea for understanding. "I implore you, refrain from bothering the staff during your stay. Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated."

Without waiting for Aelyeth's response, the proprietor swiftly departed, leaving behind a lingering sense of mystery and a subtle invitation for her to unravel the secrets concealed within the shadows of the Royal Respite.

Ebthor let out a snort at the event.
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For the first time since arriving in this wretched place, Ebthor found a semblance of enjoyment. After three days of leisure, the inevitable return to duty arrived when Aelyeth received a note from the hotel staff, instructing Ebthor to report to Simon's estate. As they set out on their journey, Aelyeth delved into strategies for concealing Ebthor's identity, and he responded with a nonchalant air.

[color=gold]"If they inquire, we simply withhold the details. What's the worst that can happen? Are they going to challenge us?"[/color] Ebthor casually brandished his claws, a wicked smile playing on his lips. [color=gold]"Let them try,"[/color] he added, punctuating his words with an equally wicked laugh.


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