Elura captured villages in battle, her armor stained with the blood of fallen enemies glinting in the sun, her eyes like a hawk, cold and piercing, taking in every detail of the pitiful settlement before her. The villagers were nothing more than peasants to her, soft and weak. They were easy prey.

In one village, Elura found herself a new weapon-bearer and servant among the captured men, if you could call them that. She gave you a briefing - make sure her weapons were in good condition, keep her fed and supplied with wine, stay nearby yet out of the way, and don't die like a dog. Even someone like you should handle such simple tasks.

"Are you there, lazy swine? There's another enemy village further down the road. We'll be heading there in a few days. Make sure my gear is in good condition, start checking in the morning!"Elura burst into her tent, barking at her servant."And don't screw it up, worm!"