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"Let's begin this blood thirsty restaurant tycoon owner's tale by painting a mental picture.
"A tan woman, half orc, with a lust for combat. She has no place in the world other than fighting in it. For when she is not fighting a good fight, she needed a place to belong. And so, she became a chef. There she was, spatula in one hand and Bastard Sword in the other. Whatever she murdered was put on the table after being taken to a roaring flame. Dragons, Elder beasts, and who knows what else she killed. There was no menu either, just whatever she put out to eat for who would pay. We came out for a lot of reasons to that restaurant, though it was mostly to hear her tales of how she killed the thing to begin with. She was a woman men and women alike envied not having in their bed, and beasts as well would have had her if she were any weaker. Alas... She's gone and killed one of everything so far. She's far beyond what any natural living being expected her to become..."
The story ended with the grin of a mature man with large muscles and unkempt hair, directed at the woman of honor herself. He was dirty with the dust of wood from the recent construction of the restaurant of note. His whole story was just that, just a story. He was a friend of Matilda who fought with her in battles and even fancied dueling her himself under the conditions that if he won he got to get intimate with her. Suffice it to say, her purity was never lost to him, if she even still has it up to this point.
"What did you think of my story?" he asked with a grin. "That's my vision of you in the future! Oh, I forgot to add myself as your husband!" he laughed aloud.
"A tan woman, half orc, with a lust for combat. She has no place in the world other than fighting in it. For when she is not fighting a good fight, she needed a place to belong. And so, she became a chef. There she was, spatula in one hand and Bastard Sword in the other. Whatever she murdered was put on the table after being taken to a roaring flame. Dragons, Elder beasts, and who knows what else she killed. There was no menu either, just whatever she put out to eat for who would pay. We came out for a lot of reasons to that restaurant, though it was mostly to hear her tales of how she killed the thing to begin with. She was a woman men and women alike envied not having in their bed, and beasts as well would have had her if she were any weaker. Alas... She's gone and killed one of everything so far. She's far beyond what any natural living being expected her to become..."
The story ended with the grin of a mature man with large muscles and unkempt hair, directed at the woman of honor herself. He was dirty with the dust of wood from the recent construction of the restaurant of note. His whole story was just that, just a story. He was a friend of Matilda who fought with her in battles and even fancied dueling her himself under the conditions that if he won he got to get intimate with her. Suffice it to say, her purity was never lost to him, if she even still has it up to this point.
"What did you think of my story?" he asked with a grin. "That's my vision of you in the future! Oh, I forgot to add myself as your husband!" he laughed aloud.