[Malkaer Andares]

Right now he would gladly be teleported to the beaches of Ieffreon, where young voluptuous elven servants awaited him with coconut drinks and a chest full of a crowns next to his beach chair… If the deity that had granted Malkaer’s first ‘wish’ had any decency at all it would grant this second. No? Well no sacrifices in your honour then.

Under a barrage of esh’lahier curses the bruised elf rearranged his headscarf and scrambled to his feet. He pulled himself to Kle’anther’s body to confirm that his eshie pal was in fact dead. The poor bastard. The man’s last words had taken a real macabre turn. Whatever Kle’anther’s sins might have been, Malkaer whispered a prayer to Ioannes and pleaded for his kin to be allowed into his kingdom. That was all he could do for him now. Well, that and taking revenge upon Ire for all the wrongs it had caused. Malkaer was getting seriously pissed off. This not so friendly place was about to find out this shadow elf was not so friendly either.

His gaze pierced the tavern crowd to search for the goblin that had stripped Kle’anther. If he found it the former soldier would wound his fingers around the animal’s scrawny neck to intimidate it into answering some questions. If Malkaer would not be able to find it in- or closely outside the tavern, any other goblin would do fine. While he was searching the warrior relocated the dagger hidden in his left boot to his belt, to be able to reach for it quicker if the need arose.