Bet on Me!

For a camp filled with outlaws, camp had a merry atmosphere come nightfall. The huge pyre in the middle burned, warding off the desert's evening chill.

In one of the tents, a crowd of cheering spectators gathered to watch a test of might unfold. A simple yet effective method when it comes to gauging someone's raw strength.

Arm wrestling.

Muscular arms locked together. Sweat on their brow, both the orc and the centaur looked like they were pulling the weight of the world with how their faces contorted.

Even with the cheering voices all around, the contestants kept their gaze both on their opponent and their arms entwined that refused to budge at the center.

Not far from them, Morrgen chuckled, "Looks like your partner there is having a rough time. If I were you I'd best be ready to part with those gold."

A wager for the friendly game, 3 gold to bet on whose might will come out on top. Will it be the vicious desert warriors, orcs? Or perhaps the stout wildland fighters, centaurs?

"The game isn't over yet. I'd hold your horses if I were you." Marionne grinned.

"Did you just...never mind."

Because they are guest, Morrgenn would let such a stupid pun pass.

On the opposite side, another pair watched the game unfold with wooden cups of desert wine, made from the brackish vinyards of Havardin, the wine had this salty but still tangy sweet that clings on your tounge. Much like how Maesssha and Alara's free hands clung to each other.

"You want to challenge the winner of this game, do you not?"

The dark elf inquired. They may have been together for several weeks now but Maessha knew already that physical scuffles like this gets Alara's blood going.

"Me, challening the winner!? Pft, nah! I'd rather spend the evening by your side."

"Look at you, you can barely hide your smile."

Unpeeved, Maessha understood that Alara's nature as an Amazoness warrior sought the challenge. Prove that her strength is superior even of it's simply a game of arm wrestling.

Although she specializes in magic, Maessha wad quite aware how these melee fighters took glee in proving their superiority. Maessha was very much willing to support her lover in this endeavor.

Back on the center of the table, the game had become a contest of endurance since their strength were evenly matched.

Two whole brutal minutes of their arms pushed to their limit. The deadlock finally moved.

Telmano's lids shot up, his arm was slowly getting bent by the orc's unbelievable endurance. Garuk's grip and strength remained as if they just started the match while Telmano already began to wane!

The cheering of Garuk's comrades became ever more jovial as his arm slolwy but surely took down Telmano's.

And after one furious roar, Garuk finally managed to pin down his opponent. The orc stood in celebration, raising his hands and bathing in the cheers of his fellow outlaws.

"Pay up now, friend."

The smug Morrgen recieved the payment from their little bet, Marionne did so with a defeated smile.

On the other end of the tent, Alara itched to put pit this Orc's strength but through arm wrestling? The Frost Giantess had qualms in seeking this challenge specially when she can simply relax by her Dark elf lover's side.

"Go, don't worry about me. We can pick things up later at the tent." Maessha's freed her hand, her timbre understanding.

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The orc banged his chest, still riding the high of beating such a fearsome warrior. Although in a different game where the centaur could utilize his lower body, the outcome might have been different but a win is still a win for Garuk.

After Telmano's exit, a voice called out for the gleeful orc.

"Still good for another round?"

The cheering silenced, Garuk turned to see who has the audacity to even challenge him after such victory! He just bested as centaur who else could prove worthy to even face him in...

The orc's gaze surveyed the Giantess, her blue muscles well defined to output as much strength as possible. Garuk's tusks spilled from his grin, here was a combatant that could prove to be far mightier than his previous opponent.

Legends speak about how these elusive giants from the north are born for battle. Here in front of Garuk was the legend living true. It would be a shame to pass up on this opportunity.

"The night is young, I am still in the mood to beat another." The orc resumed position on the table, arm outsteched and ready for his opponent to take on. "Don't you dare disappoint me now."

Disappoint? Alara grinned, she would rather have the result of the match do the talking.

Alara assumed arm wrestling position by the table, Grabbing the orc's hand that Alara's sheer grip swallowed.

(Damn, this bitch is huge!) Garuk's forehead creased.

Finally, an opportunity to redeem his loss! Marionne quickly pounced on the opportunity, the Wood elf dared, "Double or nothing, Morrgen! Will you accept?"

"Like hell I would! Your lady friend traded blows with Clint!"

From the table, the silence of the spectators made Garuk privy to their little bet.

"Do it, Morrgen, place your bet on me. I can take this Frost giant on!"

"You can take her on but can you win!? By a Zerden's hairy balls, I knew you to be dumb, not brainless!"

"Trust me, Morrgen, I happen to have a plan! Just think of the payout!"

Well, fancy that. Their resident musclehead utlizing his brain? But will whatever Garuk concocted be enough to best this hulking woman? Morrgen shook his head, he's a gambler, it's time to roll the dice!

"I'm betting big on you, don't your dare lose this one!" Morrgen turned to the wood elf next to him. "Double or nothing, let's go!"

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Unable to join the festivity, Yazmin made her way to the leader's tent. Upon entry, Yazmin's gaze recoiled by instinct as naked desert elf laid on Miryam's bed. Rellana's body might be a stunner, but there's only one figure Yazmin would admire.

"Wait for Miryam, she will be back shortly." The unabashed Rellana said, only a sheet to cover her.

"I was not aware that you and Miryam had this kind of relationship."

The way Yazmin avoided her eyes made Rellana feel as if the Gorgon disapproved when it was the opposite.

"What the fuck are you implying!? Do you have a problem with two women getting it on!?"

Suddenly, the Naga emerged from the back of the tent.

"You are being rude to our guest, I let you stay on the condition that you will behave." Miryam chided.

"Hmph!"

"Now then, have a seat, Yazmin. Allow me to show you on a map the route where we can pass Arhu 'safely'."