Elf of the twilight
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The chief jailer, Greckelor, attempted to put on an imposing manner.
"Wine cup, mine. Elf woman, yours."
Seyan scoffed in silence, turning around stubbornly as he poured the contents in the wine cup into his mouth. Greckelor's eyes flushed with despair, shaking with iron bars and furiously yelled.
"Drink! No!!! Wait!"
Finally, Sheyan successfully reached an agreement with the orcs using hand gestures. For the price of 9 cups of 'Endless Spirited Vodka' and freeing them from their curse, the elf Melody would be transferred to their cell. Yes, Sheyan managed to trick them and gave only 9 cups.
Still, the chief jailer, Greckelor, was extremely concerned with his superior's orders; emphasizing that the elf maiden had to be willing, preventing her from committing suicide. Although as males of the same kind, he understood the passionate desire of Sheyan in mating, the transaction would be voided if the elf wasn't willing.