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The pain that was plaguing the god king's head as he tried to retrain his inner beast was slightly eased by the amusement he had gotten from Fenris's floundering attempts at social graces. He had try hold back laughter as the young elf talked about having sex with Nymeria. He believed he finally understood why Klethi kept the mortal around felt a little sorry for the elf that Nymeria was likely to beat into a pulp if things progressed as they were going.

Nymeria on the other hand didn't find the elf funny at all. Why would this rather average looking lesser being think that he had any chance with a half-goddess like herself. Before she could retort he sneezed all over her outstretch hand.
"Why has father sent a fool like you to accompany me?" the demigoddess said with obvious disgust as she wiped the snot off on her shirt. "And only a fool would mistake you for a demigod. What I meant was that I became a thane of the elven high-king during the years I spent in his court."

Before the princess could continue her verbal assault on Fenris, Hazermaveth and Borne entered the throne room. She was surprised that her second companion lacked an arm and an eye, but she was rather amused by his drunkenness. She wasn't sure how useful the two would be on her quest but at least she'd be entertained. When Borne requested to succeed Nymeria laughed and said. "Of course. What fun would failing our endeavor be?"

Lycaon judged the third hero as he entered into the great hall. Borne appeared to be ragged, but if what he heard was true the man was a survivor and that would be useful. He straitend his posture to some extent and said "My champions you are welcome to any part of Arkngthan. I have arranged rooms for you all in the palace. If you need to find anything ask my daughter. She seems hard on the outside but she's better once you get to know her. Also, mortal with one arm, I can't recall your name but I could give you a new arm if you'd like before your quest."