Nordican
Honorable Scoundrel
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Izaandi's face continued to be conformed in a aggressive steel mask even as Althea approached. He heard her voice singing and then hew felt the strange effect of her power and felt his flesh knitting together. The pain passed and he looked at her with steely eyes. Rising from the chair he turned to the soldiers and the healer.
"Leave us." He commanded briskly and then strode towards Althea. Once the others had left he looked back to her, the small elf woman who he had captured and made his own and filled with his seed. She had healed him. Izaandis was at a lost.
"You healed me." He said gently though his tone was still the deep stern rumble. "Name your reward and if it is within my power I shall grant it to you." Izaandis said knowing he was bound by the laws of his ancestors. She had saved him, he owed her his life.
"Leave us." He commanded briskly and then strode towards Althea. Once the others had left he looked back to her, the small elf woman who he had captured and made his own and filled with his seed. She had healed him. Izaandis was at a lost.
"You healed me." He said gently though his tone was still the deep stern rumble. "Name your reward and if it is within my power I shall grant it to you." Izaandis said knowing he was bound by the laws of his ancestors. She had saved him, he owed her his life.