Big Elf Tiny Human

Chapter # 4

*WARNING FOR SPICE/INCLUDES SEX SCENE

Argenta left the cursed mountain behind her, not even looking back as she and Rowan descended back to the dead town. She hoped the old witch would find a way to put the rest of her victims at peace, they deserved as much, but it nagged her to wonder if they were right in leaving her alive to do so.

Magra had killed people, probably many before ever setting foot in that town and filling it with ghosts. Why should she live after doing that?

"Maybe she did deserve to die, but I do not think we could kill her if we tried," Rowan offered when Argenta asked him in a mood. To his credit, he did sound conflicted about it, even as he added: "I do believe people deserve a chance to do better, and the truth is that only Magra can provide an end to her own torment...if she does what's right for once."

Argenta had always been a kill-first-and-let-others-sort-out-the-mess kind of gal. Leaving without having stabbed an opponent felt wrong, but she did see the justice in Rowan's words. "Let fate decide then," Argenta said, an old elvish proverb, and in her mind that settled it.

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The next day on the road passed quickly and uneventfully. Argenta was happy to let Rowan take the lead when it came to the traveling, and Suria had entrusted her map to him, perhaps thinking Argenta unreliable, but she didn't care, and if anything, was starting to appreciate Rowan more.

Not only for how he had handled things with the witch, but he was a reassuring presence, always smiling, and always with a piece of knowledge that seemed useful. For all her many years alive, Argenta had never taken to storing that kind of information. Battle tactics, sword forms, and complete knowledge of all forms of meads and wines in the land filled her brain most of the time, not what kind of mushrooms went best with chicken broth.

Cooking was another area she never cared much for; the rigors of her work as a sword for hire meant being on the road constantly, so she stocked up on cured meats and snacks for whenever she had to stay outdoors. The rest of the time she was spending her considerable earnings on fine cuisine at every inn and restaurant she could and finding dessert among the many local warriors she fought alongside with, or the closest to one she could find.

Her tastes in men were not dissimilar to her taste in food, whatever was best where she could find it. Usually meat, prime cut, or if she dropped the analogy, a fighter like her, big and muscular. Someone she knew could keep up with her, and match her, so she wouldn't have to worry about breaking them. It occurred to her then that she had never let herself consider an alternative to that, and admittedly, she had never really looked outside of that.

Argenta looked at Rowan suddenly, as he walked in front of her reading his map, and she felt like she was seeing differently now. He was small compared to her, but something about that...seemed nice. His face was handsome, and the beard very masculine, even if his frame wasn't as bulky as she was used to, he was still fit and not unpleasant to look at.

She dared to look a bit lower, at his rear, and she smiled involuntarily. As food went, that was a prime cut.

"You've been quiet for a while," Rowan said suddenly, making Argenta flush and cough involuntarily.

"Just...thinking about food," Argenta said casually, or at least hoping she sounded so.

"Well, we're almost at Port Lamias, so we can eat when we get there. I hear the fish there is to die for."

"Yes, fine, whatever," Argenta said, avoiding his gaze. "Why are we going to a fishing town? You still haven't said what our next goal is. Suria would only tell you what the second weapon against Maragoth was or where could find it."