Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

erzsébet had expected a heavy step behind her. "come to claim a trophy, captain?" the countess murmured into the darkness without turning, yet the tones that sounded were rasped, feminine -- she had not seen the glower of the bulky pale female, but now erzsébet turned in surprise and anger.

"what is it you wish?" the woman asked in a bored tone. she had tasks to which she must attend, the least of which was not ferreting some pleasure from ferahgo in this forsaken wasteland he had claimed.