Celabrin sat in a chair a small fire, the only light in the room. She was naked but there was no one to admire her beauty as she calmly lazed by the fire. The sounds from the lively tap room downstairs penetrated into the quiet room. Behind her an orc lay in the bed tired out from the night’s fun and the poison slowly shutting down his organs. She sighed to the fire crackling in the hearth, another man another man on her mind. If you could call an evil necromancer a man, it had been a while since she had been allowed to have such fun. 

Since taking up with Bawzel she had been tasked with bring him more allies to fight for the cause whatever that was, she did not really care only that she had her fun and was able to keep from being one of the common folk. She had brought round many orc leaders who did not wish to follow Bawzel’s lead. Now she was just getting rid of the loud-mouths who thought they could do better. There was always a few but, they would not last long in this army. 

The figure in the bed behind her began tossing and turning as he entered his death throes. He spoke his voice harsh and croaked, even for an orc. “What… have you done… to me!” He cried out, although his voice was not very loud. 

“All must die, I am your death,” She told him quietly without turning to look, her voice as sultry as ever. 

“NO!” he cried, “I must die in battle.’

“Such a death is not for those who wish to overthrow Bawzel. I am their death, your death” She said turning to him a smile. His breathing changed becoming more strained as his strong will finally gave in to the poison. With a finally gasp he died and she began dressing in the red dress she had worn earlier in the night. She secured her blades hidden amongst the dress; although one would think with such a revealing dress there would be no place to hide such things. She sat by the fire again as it slowly died down, putting her soft leather boots on again. Fully dressed she climbed out the small window into the dark and wild night of Olc Cairn. 

She made her way through the drunken crowds of the town, now flooded with Orcish warbands and all manner of people who waited for the call to battle with the rest of Enduwin. The crowd parted around her, brawlers ceasing their fights as she strode past, all types of men turning to stare at her as she passed by, even those with women at their sides. She heard the fights break out again this time over her, and quite a few slaps from disgruntled women disciplining their men. She didn’t turn to look back. As she left the town she charmed a horse from a man as he arrived in town. And with the horse to carry her she sped towards the Underkeep.