The dark-haired witch storms into the Mercenary outpost after slaying the white spider. Evie's breasts bounce with every step and her butt sways with her movements. She is wearing a brown robe given by her graduating class where she made some 'modifications' to it making it as tight as possible.
"I want more" Evie demands
Marrec almost didn't hear her with Gywnn yelling at him about the strategies hes giving her. "I'm sorry?"
"Give me more to fight, I did not sit through hours of lectures to fight fodder. I want to fight ogres, lizardmen, kobolds, bears, or hell, throw in a dragon if you want."
"As much as I'd want to give you a mission, our men aren't ready to go out yet. Now sit down and relax, we have a couple days until our next move."
"You saw me single-handedly save the oracle and fight of hordes of Fomor. You know I can go do more fighting."
"Those Fomor were deep in our territory, outnumbered and cornered. Even if you fell, our reserves could have easily handled it."
"I don't need your men, I need a place and I will conquer it. I need a monster and I will slay it. I need a war and I will win it."
"Are you really that eager to get yourself killed? Fine then, go take a boat to one of the listed locations. I will tell your family you didn't die by boredom."
"Thank you, about time."
Evie struts out the door ready for battle. She gets to the docks and preps for sail. Where shall she go?
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