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The Beads (orc boyfriend Gunnar)

Part 2

You’ll probably never get used to the sound of orc cries after a won battle. Every time after their victory, a group of orc warriors would come to the tavern to celebrate, while whooping and giving out long roars filled with joy. You felt he sound echoing deep in your chest  as you walked pass them, carrying a tray with beer mugs to the next table.

You worked at the tavern since a few years, earning good coin from the regular patrons, often very drunk ones. It wasn’t unusual that after a fat tip, you’d get offers from drunk man, who either wanted to bed, or marry you, or just couldn’t stop staring at your cleavage, exposed by the ridiculous dress you were required to wear at work. You always rebuffed them and seen that they get home before turning more insistent. You didn’t care much for them but you knew other working girls sometimes didn’t mind disappearing in the back with the more handsome patrons. But short, drunken squeezes behind a curtain, between barrels of beer wasn’t what you were after, so mostly you just answered their offers with a smile, while shaking your head.

On that evening the orc horde who came in to celebrate was one of the most regular ones around here. They were mercenary warriors, who were often hired by nobility that were at war with someone. No one who hired orcs for their armies, ever lost a battle. They were fierce warriors, strong as four men in one, hard to kill, fast, skilled, with weapons that could split the skull of a dragon.

One of the greatest of them was Gunnar. You knew he was in more battles than others, judging by all the scars that covered his muscular arms and shoulders you once saw bare after they stumbled into the tavern right after battle, where he lost his armor, and by the respect the other orcs showed him. He also had an impressive amount of beads in his hair, that you once overheard were like insignia for orcs. He wasn’t taller or broader that others in his group, but he was more composed, stoic, at least when he was in the village. While his companions celebrated and shouted, he only laughed and drank, and never failed to leave some more coins for you at the table when they left.

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