Then the Drow did something totally unexpected, as Yewka worked on his cock, she realized he was shaking somewhat and looking back she saw he had tears running down his face. Thinking she had done something wrong she stopped and waited for him to recover.
He shook his head and said "it is no good, I can't do this anymore."
"Can't do what sir," she asked quietly.
"I can't be the victorius conquerer, I can't accept all that I have done as just following orders and such." She looked on amazed that this drow who was obviously battle hardened and a veteran of many campaigns would react so.
"I was sent in the vangaurd against the Pixie capital, that bastard Dred knew it was a trap, and he sent me in the lead unit to fight the Pixies. They fought hard and bravely never giving up. I confess that the battle lust was on me and I was like a mad beast, slaying hacking. They said I took forty three arrows which is why they did that." he pointed at his amputated leg.
He had stopped weeping but was exceedingly sad as he went on, "when it was done all that was there was death and destruction, I could not have counted the bodies of all the pixies or drows that lay about. Perhaps you know the place it was a beautiful wood clearing and at the northern end of the meadow was an opening in the woods and beyond it," he shook his head and sighed deeply here, and thouigh he did not weep openly his eyes misted over and tears fell down his weatherbeaten cheeks, "beyond it a short distance was the city of your kind, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life, it was a wonder, I could hardly believe it, I but then I collapsed on the field before the city as Dred came up with the main army."
The Drow paused and caught his breath and indicated he would like some water, which Yewka provided, "I was awake only fitfully while I lay there, as the surgeons removed the arrows, and eventually my leg, but I saw it I saw your beautiful city, then he burned it, Dred the great conqueror burned it and then I remember nothing till a day or two ago."
"I wish I had never been involved in that but I cannot change that I was. The only good from this is that because of my wound I can go and spend the rest of my days on my farm with my wife and three children." Then looking at the pixie he said, "would you do me one small favour, I have no right to beg your forgiveness, but you don't have to do that stuff to me, just cover me up and stay the night with me I get cold with my leg gone for some reason, and you seem so warm, if that does not offend would you just stay with me till morning and warm me somewhat, they won't come for you till then?"
Yewka did not know what to say.
He shook his head and said "it is no good, I can't do this anymore."
"Can't do what sir," she asked quietly.
"I can't be the victorius conquerer, I can't accept all that I have done as just following orders and such." She looked on amazed that this drow who was obviously battle hardened and a veteran of many campaigns would react so.
"I was sent in the vangaurd against the Pixie capital, that bastard Dred knew it was a trap, and he sent me in the lead unit to fight the Pixies. They fought hard and bravely never giving up. I confess that the battle lust was on me and I was like a mad beast, slaying hacking. They said I took forty three arrows which is why they did that." he pointed at his amputated leg.
He had stopped weeping but was exceedingly sad as he went on, "when it was done all that was there was death and destruction, I could not have counted the bodies of all the pixies or drows that lay about. Perhaps you know the place it was a beautiful wood clearing and at the northern end of the meadow was an opening in the woods and beyond it," he shook his head and sighed deeply here, and thouigh he did not weep openly his eyes misted over and tears fell down his weatherbeaten cheeks, "beyond it a short distance was the city of your kind, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life, it was a wonder, I could hardly believe it, I but then I collapsed on the field before the city as Dred came up with the main army."
The Drow paused and caught his breath and indicated he would like some water, which Yewka provided, "I was awake only fitfully while I lay there, as the surgeons removed the arrows, and eventually my leg, but I saw it I saw your beautiful city, then he burned it, Dred the great conqueror burned it and then I remember nothing till a day or two ago."
"I wish I had never been involved in that but I cannot change that I was. The only good from this is that because of my wound I can go and spend the rest of my days on my farm with my wife and three children." Then looking at the pixie he said, "would you do me one small favour, I have no right to beg your forgiveness, but you don't have to do that stuff to me, just cover me up and stay the night with me I get cold with my leg gone for some reason, and you seem so warm, if that does not offend would you just stay with me till morning and warm me somewhat, they won't come for you till then?"
Yewka did not know what to say.