"Okay, so here's what we found..."
Taking out a map of the terrain, Lewis circled the regions where he saw the overseers posted, their locations posted in very ambiguous manners. "Each and every overseer only patrols their specific territories, having an approximate range of half a kilometre. This makes us only have a very narrow range to go through. If we want to find out what on earth is happening here, we need to go and get one of the prisoners, or even better, an overseer, and interrogate them to find out what they are doing. Any questions...?"
One Dwarf gingerly raised his hand. "Uh, whah' aboot da big beastie?"
Circling the room, Lewis asked the straightforward question–
"If anyone thinks they can fuck around with the monster, be my guest. Otherwise, just stick to the plan and skirt around the edge, making sure that the cunt doesn't take a whiff of you. If it catches you, may whomever you believe in save your souls..."
Gulping in fear, the 5 Dwarven tag-alongs nodded their heads, before going to their rooms for the final rest. Pinching his brows, Simon asked Lewis, "You sure we can do this? I mean, more than half are shivering in their feet, obviously unwilling to forge on, we'll, not since one of their brothers was eaten right in front of them..."
Sighing in defeat, Lewis rolled up the map, inserting it back into the canister. "Well, what can you do? I mean, sure, it's gory as fuck, seeing someone you just ate with yesterday get eaten alive in front of your eyes, but this is what they've signed up for. They should accept it and move on. Oh, and please send a letter to the army stationed in the back for reinforcement, if things go south..."
Seeing how cold-hearted his friend had now become, Simon sighed with resignation, before belligerently following Lewis out, head deep, thought...
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"Oh yes, like that you fur fucked beast! C'mon now, show me what you've got!"
Moaning in joy, the woman inside the tent could be seen bouncing up and down on the bed inside, enjoying her debaucherous escapade. Meanwhile, standing silently outside, the confidant stood stoically, his expression twitching every so slightly at the lust-laden sounds emanating from the flimsy covers.
"Captain, we were sent here, by the grace of the Emperor, to watch over these wretches as they mine the ores needed for our great cause. We certainly did not come here...to see you...ENJOY YOURSELF UNDER THEIR FILTHY GENITALS!"
At first, Lieutenant Svalrog waited patiently as Captain Moira Cruckspot enjoyed herself to her 'dinner' for the night. But seeing her continue on despite it passing over 3 hours finally made him snap, causing him to lash out at her outrageous behaviour.
"Relax Svaly, who's gonna come and attack us? The Dwarves? Pffft! They've already got too much to handle, not to mention the fact that we have the 'Elfaurden' with us, protecting us in our holy cause. Sure, our...'allies'...seem to be of the unnatural kind, but who cares! As long as they are of use to us, we shall gladly take them with no questions asked. Afterwards, who knows what'll happen to them. Perhaps, a certain...'unfortunate'...incident could strike, destroying them utterly..."
Ruffling her blonde hair, Moira came out of the tent, in her birthday suit, all the while dragging the carcass of a mummified Catnis boy, his expression etched in a mixture of pure terror and lust, hands curled up in despair. Dumping another one of her dried-out boy toys, she turned towards Svalrog, touching her body as she got closer
"Why, jealous of this hunk of a body? This could be all yours if you–"
KABOOM!