Sashrutiena and Narmishina. The midnight elf and the green warrior. They were the darkest, the most intense. Sashru was leaning against a wooden pillar, a smirk on her face, while Narmishina sharpened a small dagger, looking at him with hungry golden eyes.
"The best for last?" Sashru teased, her violet eyes glinting.
Jorghan stalked toward them. He took the dagger from Narmishina and tossed it aside. He grabbed the green elf by the throat—gently, but with enough pressure to show dominance—and pushed her against the wall.
"You want a fight, Nami?" he whispered.
"I want a conquest," she breathed back.
