Black Morass i. wanderlust

a sneer never left his face. bright eyes burned brighter with passion ignited. of course he fights beyond himself: he fights for the women (that will belong to him), for fun, for glory to the kingdom.
i'll fight from morning to night. what more do i need? smug even as each breath comes in a grumble. but he did not challenge kovictus. he allowed the man to inspect him as he saw fit.

so long as he could carve out a fine pedestal of his own, theissor would allow the older brute to boss him around from dawn to dusk.

and boss around he did, leading him beyond the borders of the blossoming empire. only one woman was off limits. his wife, typical. theissor would make no promises — accidents can happen — but he'll play it safe for as long as he cares to.
but oh, could he smell them. he laughed alongside kovictus, that was enough of an answer from the young man. just beyond this brown dust cloud was a paradise waiting just for him. a treasure trove. he was promised just one. but surely, eventually, he will make room for more.