With that, you drag the male elf out of his home and force him to follow you back to camp. The rest of your fellow soldiers look at you with interest, many no doubt wondering what sort of prize you've managed to capture this time. You can decide whether or not to show off your new elf twink and potentially incite a fight over ownership, or keep him hidden for now.

You bring the male elf out from behind your armor, revealing him to the other soldiers. There are a few whistles and appreciative looks, but mostly they just seem curious as to why you bothered with an elf twink instead of going for one of the more valuable females. They don't seem overly interested in challenging you for ownership...yet. You could always provoke them, if you wanted to risk it.

Lila's eyes widen in shock at the sight of your bare member, but she swallows hard and forces herself to look away. "I... I will do as you wish," she whispers hoarsely. "But please, spare me from any pain."

Lila looks up at you with tears shining in her eyes. "I am... nineteen summers old," she whispers softly. "Please... be gentle."

King Argon, ruler of the Human Kingdom, sits on his throne, looking down at you with a mixture of anger and surprise. He's dressed in rich robes, a crown sitting proudly atop his head. His guards stand behind him, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords.

"Alucard," he says after a moment, "what do you think you're doing?"

You gesture impatiently toward the broken door. "

King Argon's eyes widen as a piece of the door flies past his head, narrowly missing. "Outrageous!" he exclaims, glaring at you. "How dare you disrespect my throne and my kingdom in such a manner!" He motions to the guards with a sweep of his hand. "Seize him!"

The guards advance on you, their hands still on the pommels of their swords as they prepare to attack.

"Yes, and I'll make sure they stay safe. But you know the rules. You have to come with me." You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, feeling her shake violently beneath it. "Please, just make this easy for both of us..."

Taking her shaking hand in yours, you try to pull her gently toward you. "You don't have a choice. You know this is what happens now."

A looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Lunch? But... but what about my sister?" she whispers, barely able to contain the desperation in her voice.

You pause for a moment, considering how best to reassure her. "Don't worry," you say finally, trying to sound confident despite your own doubts. "We'll get to her soon enough. In the meantime, we might as well eat so we have some energy for whatever comes next."

A looks at you uncertainly for several long moments before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "Where would you like to eat?"

Time passes, blurry and indistinct. When you finally come to, it's nighttime. A medic is hovering over you, shining a light into your eyes and feeling at your injuries. "You're gonna be just fine, soldier," he says with a reassuring smile. "You've lost some blood, but nothing too serious."

As you sit up slowly, wincing from the pain in your wounds, you take in your surroundings. The camp is alive with activity as soldiers prepare for another day of battle.

You spot Jacob and a few other familiar faces nearby, laughing and joking around as they sharpen their weapons. You consider approaching them, but decide against it. Perhaps you should find your own group for the time being...

Scanning the camp, you notice a group of soldiers who seem to be more subdued than most. They're clustered around a small fire, speaking in hushed tones. As you get closer, you overhear one of them mention something about "not wanting any trouble" and "just wanting to go home."