After hearing that, he knew Maro was gonna be fine… now he had to find Gnarlo and see how much damage that idiot had done.
Kadrin instructed two of the healthier miners to make a makeshift stretcher and carry Maro.
As they climbed out of the mouth of the mine, they saw that the entire outpost was leveled and on fire…
"What in the stone's greasy fuck happened here?
His question was answered, he saw Gnarlo on top of the Troll tossing Orc and human bodies into the big bonfire where the inn used to be.
Gnarlo was talking to his new Troll pet.
"You see Rolf, fire makes the meat taste way better… your brain is smart so that makes you smart now… Rolf you are the smartest Troll to ever exist"
"Brain is right, Rolf will always listen to Brain, Rolf was scared of fire, but fire good"
Gnarlo noticed Kadrin and everyone else and got Rolf to walk on over.
"Hello my Trolless friends… looks like the rescue went smooth"
He then saw Maro on the stretcher and hid his smile behind the Trolls head… hehe the elves are mine. How can you say no to the Troll tamer…
"Oh no, what happened to Maro" he said in a sarcastic tone
Sensing the insincerity in Gnarlo's voice, the heavens intervened and Maro woke up for a second… just to say "go suck an orc cock you short bastard, the elves will never be touched by you" and he passed out again.
Gnarlo laughed, two swords in him and he won't give up…
"Alright Rolf, the foods done you can eat all the bodies in that pile"
Kadrin led the way, not much surprised him anymore. His time since meeting Maro was nothing ordinary… He had been arrested for hate speech, broke out, got laid for the first time in a hundred years, broke in and out of this work camp and now Gnarlo had a Troll as a pet…
Kadrin felt a bit guilty… he could have gotten to Maro's side a bit faster but he was distracted by a fine pair of Dwarf lady legs… Poor woman who was stuck torso first in a partial collapse of some wooden framing. Kadrin had to use his hips as leverage to get her unstuck, She was really, really, really grateful to be unstuck…
It was past midnight when they reached camp, they would take stock of everything tomorrow during the day… He was tired.
Maro was dropped off at his tent, where Alleria and Valeria immediately went to heal him and take out the swords embedded into his flesh. After fully healing him they restored his stamina as well and Maro woke up.
After almost dying but not really, he was in the mood…
"I promised you ladies I would come back tonight" he winked
Valleria or Alleria responded, He still couldn't tell them apart… not like it mattered.
"You almost died, Maro, please rest up, we'll do the work" she whispered into his ear, while kissing his neck… as the other one straddled him.
Meanwhile Gnarlo was introducing Jenny and all the other Gnomes to Rolf and going about how he was King of the gnomes before being pelted with some rotten fruit.
He ordered Rolf to sleep, pissed off he went to his tent with Jenny. He felt better when Jenny finally agreed to call him the Gnome King, Tamer of Trolls before they had their weird human/gnome sexual relations.