“Shiiieeettt!!!” Howl’s Akatosh after returning to the deep roads. “Rag… any known knowledge about ancient dwarven kingdom?”

  “Beats me…” Amaragnum replies. “I haven’t much dabbled with ancient dwarven technologies nor their kingdom. Although there’s a thing or two, I know about their ancient secrets.”

  “And? Care to tell me what it is?” Akatosh replies, hinting a bit of falter from his tone.

  Unable to reply his question, the stillmage reinstitutes to his safe heaven. Through his silent Akatosh became more engross to what lies beneath these abysmal roads. The more they explore deeper, atmosphere where disoriented. One place is filled with lava enough to turn a person into a roasted meat, meanwhile some areas are the exact opposite.

  The place is large, that for every turn of the sight would mesmerize the traveler. For not only lava and ice that were present but so too its own ecosystem as different kinds of mushrooms and fungi litters at every corner large and small. At the upper level, trees and different kinds of plants and animals thrive; on the lower level finding such ecosystem is but rare and if ever found one; danger lurks.

  Three days passed the expeditioners are bathing themselves in festivity, drinks and savory foods are all over the place and courtesans too. One could say it’s a last supper for those who wouldn’t survive the voyage that they were facing. Still in the upper level of the deep roads a safe zone to held a banquet, there Akatosh was on the other side of the party in a dwarven room as he was searching the history and the secrets the dwarven kingdom hold.

  “Why don’t ye join us young lad.” Implores one of the drunk dwarves.

  “Oh; I’ll join you once I’m done with my things.” Akatosh replies while sipping a mug of dwarven alcohol.

  “Nahh, don’t be shy kid… don’t tell me you’re bad in bed.” The other dwarf says as he follows a roar of giggle.

  “Well, if you can find me a nice tall, beautiful woman with big bosom and nice juicy figure; then I would gladly join.” Taunts Akatosh as he smirks since all he saw where dwarven women.

  “Mhh…” Stroking his beard, “Eyy brother, lads here need more of those fine beverages.” He continues before they exit the place, and after a minute a small Barrer containing alcohol was delivered to him.

  Looking at his empty mug, Akatosh was rather suspicious to the new alcohol the dwarfs had prepare. But with a dry throat and the flavors they brew; he sighs and pour some. To his surprise the color was different, it was golden in color as so too it shimmers unlike the other murky brown beer he’d been drinking. Hesitating for a sip, “To hell with it!” He shouts before taking a drink.

  “Shiiiiiittttt!!” Howls Akatosh; flabbergasted by the flavors of the beer. “Har-har-har-har…” He continues gulping a whole mug as if it was but water. Its texture was honey-like, sticking to the tongue and lips, succulent to the taste. The flavor was different for he doesn’t know what fruit nor thing it was made. One thing for sure it was the best alcohol he ever tastes better than elven wine, more soothing impact than dwarven brewed beer. With one cup, he can feel his mind tingling in euphoria, his body was in high-spiritedness as his body was rising in temperature. And for some reason he wanted to join the festival, after filling a second mug and carrying the small barrel to take it outside. “This taste something, I need to know who made this! I’ve never taste something like this before, this sapid taste! Oh boy!”

  While in the middle of his second toast before he went out to unwind, he was facing a disturbance. A bunch of his dwarven friends forcefully introduce a woman, an elf, pushing her with great force and locking the door, additionally putting a seal.

  “This ain’t funny!!” Shouts the elf pounding the door, as she conjures magic trying to force open the door. “Once I’m out it’ll be your nightmare.” She continues summoning a teleportation magic; yet by the time the magic would finish the elf wasn’t teleported since they sealed the room. She turns around to see Akatosh in frozen mode holding a barrel and a mug of beer.

  Consuming a minute of locking eyes and stiff muscle;

  “Wait isn’t this the woman whom I fought at the arena?” Akatosh consider still eying the woman.

  “Is this the man who I think it is?” The elf ponders.

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  “Uhh… So, what will it be?” Implores Akatosh. “Those damn dwarfs, I never really think that those rockheads would actually bring me a woman an elf at that.”

  Seeing the elf observing his surroundings, his room and the man in front of her; Akatosh then puts the barrel. “I apologize for nearly ending your life back at the arena, I’m Akatosh by the way.”

  “Names Risha.”

  For closer observation, Risha do have the figure Akatosh was demanding. He was even stunned towards her calm voice even when she was shouting at the dwarfs. What’s more interesting is that he notices that she was a bit drunk.

  “Is there any way you can bring that door open or bring us out of here.”

  Risha who unable to do anything blushes in silent; flustered since she herself was the one who gave the dwarfs an understating about sealing spells. Before being caged together with the traveler, she was constantly being clown by her fellow dwarfs how she wasn’t able to bed a man. Through their taunt and sarcasms, she just openly intoxicates herself drinking the beer abashed by mere words of her friends. Coincidentally the traveler was taunting the dwarfs for a courtesan, and because of his words the dwarf went to Risha taunting her about Akatosh.

  “A hundred-year-old elf who didn’t bed a man what are ye a eunuch?” Laughs the dwarf at Risha.

  “Don’t be embarrassed dear lass, for I got a spellbook on how to yoke a man. But I doubt it would work on you.”

  “Okay that’s enough;” shouts Risha as she empties the mug. “Bring me to that man you all been talking about, I’ll let him dry till morning.” She continues gulping another shot, yet by her words all the dwarves laugh hysterically at her.

  “Tell ye what if ye can bed our human friend, I’ll give ye tha thing you’ve been seeking.” Comes the prince Vuldrig.

  “Fine then! lead me to that human!” Risha quickly replies.

  Back to present, the traveler was stupefied after Risha explain their wager while looking his eyes towards the elf. Risha however sways her gaze too mortified to even speak.

  Akatosh sigh scratching his head, “So what kind of seal did you teach those knuckleheads. We might be able to dispel or reverse its spell.”

  “Um… about that the magic those dwarves used was a wager’s seal.”

  “What’s a wager’s seal?!”

  “In order for the seal to be broken the person must fulfill its bargain. And we must do those thing…” Risha implores followed by a quivering voice and trembling fingers.

  Unfazed by her actions, Akatosh drinks another sip of the golden beer.

  “Welp, a deal’s a deal.” He implores removing his shirt.

  “W-w-what, w-wait!” Stutters Risha running towards the door, pounding hoping her friends would open the door.

  “Let’s get this over with.” Akatosh sigh, pinning Risha on the metal door and right away smooched the elven soft lips. The savory of her tongue was exquisite to the taste sweet and jolting with alcohol.

  Clutching her waist compressing their flesh, the two can feel each other’s warmth as the elf’s heart throttling faster. The moment Akatosh grasp her, he felt something different between human and elven kind. Its as if he was rather more entranced to their aura, mesmerized. Through the midst of festivity and debauchery time was at ease, savoring every moment every second till the deed is done.

  The night ends in tranquility, Risha awoken to find herself grasping Akatosh head clasping on her chest. Bewildered, she never thought how her other side would erupt while copulating to a man she recently known. Maybe because of the pent-up desire she amass from her years of living with the dwarfs. Flabbergasted she is, slowly Risha elope from Akatosh and after wearing her clothes; unforeseen to her she was met by her dwarven acquittance. Surprising her as they kick open the door;

  “Morning little beasty!” Shouts the dwarf,

  By their commotion Akatosh was awoken yet unfazed by the proceeding situation. Naked, he casually used the blanket as cloak wrapping his whole body.

  “Who-who you calling little beasty?!” Replies Risha with a hint of stammer.

  “Aye-aye we heard it all from that night.” Says the other followed by a hysterical laugh.

  Flustered, Risha hastily cast a teleportation spell vanishing in seconds. As for the man in cloak blanket, he didn’t feel any embarrassment but rather amused from his night with Risha.

  “She really did run ye dry lad.” The dwarf says followed by a humorous chuckle.

  “Indeed, and still I’m recovering from that; so, what’s our next plan?”

  “The prince needs you at his chamber.”

  “Mhh…”

  “Oh… there’s food on the prince’s table, the prince is in a hurry today.”

  “I understand.” Akatosh replies while organizing his belongings.

  “Good grief boy o’… ye two did went all wild that night.” The dwarf says after observing the scattered things.

  Akatosh chuckles “We sure did, anyway any news from the scouts or the roads?”

  “None that I know o', best ta lessen uttering secrets an' information our neighboring brothers be beginning ta get aroused.”

  Cutting their conversation, Akatosh quickly headed towards the prince’s chamber.

  “A scout?” implores Akatosh towards the prince.

  “Yes, there’s a place that I want you to investigate.”

  “Mhh… any clue about that place.”

  The prince sigh, “Can’t say if this information is enough but five of our scouts never return from that place. We send out rescue team about a dozen but only eight manage to return.”

  “Mhh…any report to from the survivors?”

  Shaking his head in disappointment, “They return with no memories of them entering that place. Also, magic won’t do good enough from that place.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Our mage tried using their magic but somehow their casting won’t create a spark of magic.”

  Unable to implore more questions, Akatosh mull over as he chews the food. Minutes passed when finally, the traveler musters the courage to accept their request.

  “So where is this place you speak off.”