Jomm stood on the top of his quarterstaff, one end stuck to the ground and the other to the bottom of his right foot. Many years practice had made his balance near impeccable, he stood watching over his target. The elf was almost sleeping peacefully, with the exception to the knot on the side of his head just above the temple and the iron chains cuffed his wrists behind his back. Elves, Fae, really any of the fairy folk had a bit of an iron allergy, makes them a bit weaker and throws them off their game, actual skin contact with iron burns. His contract had him transporting the captive elf from just outside Adela's central city, Ketra, all the way across the god damned nation to Cerenis. Why the fuck did they want this guy in Cerenis?
Not like it mattered to him, gold was gold. As soon as the guy was delivered, that was when the blood bath began, then the contractor's money was as good as gone. Off to his gold horde. Jumping down from his perch and snagging his staff in one mighty leap, it was time to get moving; and there was so way that Jomm was carrying this prick all the Serendipity. He gave the elf a hard jab to the gut, "wake the fuck up."
