Fruitful negotiations
"What the fuck do you fuckers want for releasing him?!"
Once the master-servant duo got to the part of the forest where the trees were reasonably intact, the old elf could easily guide them to the hidden village.
And the first thing that welcomed them at the right spot, was a shout of an angry woman.
"Well, that was easier than I thought."
Cranberry smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't fucking appreciate being put up like a fucking shield."
Olive complained looking back at both Zombie and Cranberry while being propped up and displayed like a shield on Zombie's arm.
"Should I order my Zombie to shot the venom?"
Cranberry looked at him and raised her brow.
"No, no, no. Of fucking course not! I'm just thankful that you covered my privates at the fucking least... fuck..."
Olive hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand in denial.