'Hey, Tharlsan!'
I opened one eye lazily and looked at my roommate. He brought a Blood Fury to our room. Again. It was his fourth girl this week. It's not that he couldn't live with one for a longer time; it's that they can't stand him, and it gets worse when he drinks.
This girl was already drunk. I kept lying on my bunk bed, gazing at the ceiling and hearing sounds of orgy in the nearby Blood Memorial. I wondered why Laith brought this girl here, to School of Black Heart, instead of having sex with her there. Then I thought of the Ritual Pit and woman of my heart.
It started about a month ago. We went for a "little hunt" to Irollan with Vayshan leading us. We all had a great fun killing Sylvan elves, though I was all swollen after a Sprite casted Wasp Swarm on me. I enjoyed this two weeks very much. We caught several captives. Most of them were elves, but there was also one Sprite and one Treant. Right after we returned to Halad, Vayshan took the captives to the Ritual Pit. He was so pleased with our work that he allowed us to watch the sacrifice. I went, but I couldn't look only at killing captives to please Malassa. I gazed at the priestess who killed them. She was beautiful. Her sleek, shiny, dark hair attracted my whole attention. Then, I noticed her breasts. Her smooth skin. Her slender figure. I prayed to Malassa for one her look at me. I didn't even know her name back then, but I knew I was in love with her. After that I asked Vayshan and he told me, with a mysterious smile on his lips, that her name was Yshela. I asked Laith to make a tattoo on my cheek, showing a heart with her name. I dream of taking my mask off just in front of her.
When I was a young Scout, I spied some humans. They had a song with a line, "I did my best – it wasn't much". I did my best, too. Came to Ritual Pit every day, praying to Malassa and gazing at Yshela. She was always too busy to notice me.