Maro stepped inside… none of his swordsmen escort followed… red flag number one, Maro thought.
His eyes adjusted to the light and his brain had trouble processing what he saw.
The guards assigned to keep watch on Gnarlo… were traumatised in the corner drinking beer in silence… they didn't even notice as he stepped in.
Gnarlo had blown a bunch of cash to reserve the entire brothel for tonight… he kept the most obese woman on site…
It felt like none of this was real…
There were incredibly obese and naked Gnomish, Dwarvish and Human women walking around. They all had custom made saddles on their backs and feed buckets strapped to their chests filled with pastries…
Just as he thought about how much money Gnarlo was blowing, coming through the back doors was a fancy palanquin, with silk green drapes to match his hair and golden embroidery… four obese dwarf women carried him… they were adorned in a shit ton of silver jewelery… How much fucking money was this guy spending. They put the palanquin down in the centre of the room.
Maro, still speechless, let the show go on… all the obese women with saddles had lined up from short to tall on both sides of the palanquin.
The silver adorned obese Dwarf women announced in unison…
"All kneel before the King of Gnomes, Troll Tamer, The avaricious and magnanimous Gnarlo"
The women in saddles got down on all fours. If Maro had his composure back, he would be laughing his ass off… but he was still in shock.
The curtains on the palanquin were pulled apart by the Dwarves…
What stood there… was not meant for human eyes to see.
Gnarlo was standing naked, his crown was finished… it was gold and had intricate details on how he tamed his Troll. In one hand was his fancy Troll head sceptre and in the other he was holding a plate of cake…
"You may rise" he squeaked in an extra nasally tone
All the obese women lined up, as if practiced. They all took turns dipping Gnarlo's penis into the cake and then took a lick off of his… penis.
Gnarlo spoke after the first Gnome woman was done… "you have been blessed by the king, next subject"
His brain was fried, he had enough. "Gnarlo!!! What the fuck!"
Gnarlo jumped up, scared as shit…hiding in his palanquin… "Maro… is that you?" he peeped through the curtain.
"Two things… what the fuck is this and how much silver have you blown through"
Gnarlo put on a robe and stepped out, his confidence back.
"One, none of your fucking business and Two, I've only spend a fraction of my personal share… we are absolutely rich… Three… don't tell Kadrin"
Maro yelled back "Three, I'm telling Kadrin. Two, that's good to know and Four, I got challenged by like 10 plus Orcs for tomorrow and I found an Ice Mage that we could possibly recruit"
It was Gnarlo's turn to be shocked
"Katarina the Ice Queen… are you even more stupid than you were yesterday? She holds the number 4 Gladiator spot… One of only Three mages, in the kingdom, that have renown as duelists… you are going to die if you speak to her" Gnarlo exaggerated how outrageous this was to get the attention off of his shenanigans.
Maro gestured to a table. "Ladies you are excused for an hour, we have to discuss business"
The whole room was relieved, the ladies all went upstairs to their rooms immediately… tired of this Gnome. One of the Dwarven ladies took the cake Gnarlo was putting his dick into, licked off some of the icing and winked at Gnarlo and went off.
At least one of them was into it.
They sat down, the two of them. They poured themselves some beer and continued.
Maro recounted what had just happened to Gnarlo…
Gnarlo's eyes physically changed colour into gold and silver… "After those Orc fights… once you are past 30 wins in a row… you gain the right to challenge the Arena master… rumoured to be at 83 wins… Every new Arena Master gets to ask a boon from the Mayor… It's been years since a new one, even the Arena Master has not fought in at least 2 years… You are going to die"
"Thats why I am here, how close are you to finding a way to break out the prisoners"
…Gnarlo stuttered "umm ummm they are under the arena, held in cages until they are called upon."
"So have you come up with any ideas?"
Gnarlo had a stroke of genius… yes a stroke of genius, Half of Gnarlo's face started drooping in concentration… "Yes thats it… beat the arena master and your boon can be to have all the prisoners released… they are just slaves after all… shouldn't be too hard to fill their pits with new prisoners."
"You did fuck all this entire time, while our men and I had been fighting and earning us money while you blew it all away on this extravaganza"
"Not fair, I structured all the bets to avoid suspicion…" Gnarlo looked into his beer
"You are so lucky that the Ice Queen's condition was to beat the Arena Master… I swear to fuck Gnarlo… If I die… I will possess Rolf and crush you under his nutsack until you die"
Gnarlo sadly laughed… "Speaking of Trolls… apparently the Arena master is one… a female troll… that has unlocked a class"
Maro's frown turned into a disgusting smile… Gnarlo caught on immediately.
"Hell no, hell no, hell no, hell no"
"Gnarlo my dear useless friend, if you do not back up your title as Troll tamer… I will tell your escorts that you are lying… besides after seeing what you are into… Aren't you a little curious… don't you wanna try fucking the Arena master?
Maro was covered in beer "How dare you! Bismirch my honour as the King of Gnomes…" A long pause followed… "I agree".
Their plan was simple… If Maro made it to challenge the Arena Master… Gnarlo would sneak into the basement again and try to tame the Troll in advance.