I'm no humor writer, so sorry if this chapter is not funny, I just try my best :(, hope you still like it

OH NOO!

The next henchwoman is... Dorna Trapspringer, the elven messenger scowled. Now he had to travel to Hilltop. He went as fast as he could,, not without being chased by some angry farmers for stepping on their animals and stuff, and after that he looked at the coins Linu gave him, just in case... they could be cursed with the priestess' escence.

Then, he finally reached Hilltop, thanks to the author's laziness. The messenger was trembling, the cold could do that. Then he sneezed, and cursed (again) Linu. He saw the village.

Oh Colleron, those houses look warm, he said to himself, tentation flowing through his head. As soon as he thought of asking without too much shame to any house's owners about letting him in, he saw a female dwarf walk randomly at his side.

Dorna Trapspringer, thought the messenger, recognising rather magically the dwarf. Noting the elf's stare, Dorna looked at him oddly "Do ye want anything,elf?" She asked. The messenger seemed ashamed, and with reason, Who in heaven's name would go around looking people directly? "Ermm, sorry, but this invitation is for you, milady." And he handled a sheet of paper to the female dwarf.

Dear Dorna:

You're invited to my tea party, alongside with the other henchwomen who worked alongside with the Random Hero. There shall be tea, of course, cookies and a cake. After that, we shall think what to do because the author doesn't want to make more spoilers than those of this letter.

Love, Linu La'neral.

Sure, a party of elves, the posibility of going there is also the posibility of the existence Lord Nasher's brain, thought Dorna cynically.

But something was going on in Linu's home. Wanna know, then follow me and do not break anything... That's Linu's job.

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"Hey, I'm not so clumsy" said Linu to the omnicient presence of the author. "Yes, you are" said Kyubak, "Now let's follow with the story, shall we?" and the author continued with his typo errors and horrible grammar.

A red haired hafling with a cheeky grin around his face walked inside of Linu's hall. Linu awaited him with a lovely smile. "Oh Tomi, for once you made your promise" she said.

The already identified hafling casted a grin (why haven't they called him "scowl", huh?) "Tomi always does what he promises, well except for that time when I stole the cakes of grandma, and well, also when my little brother fell from a cliff and I promised to save him, and well..." the grin faded and scolw occupied the thief's rounded face. The last part of the sentence would have been a great literary recurse if it hasn't been interrupted by the author's idiocy for saying that scowl would have been a nice name for him. Tomi "scowl" Undergallows, THAT is intimidating. "ARGHH! WHATEVER! Shut up, Kyubak! Ahem, what did ye want, honey?" he asked, the scowl dissapearing and the grin taking its rightful place.

Linu had a smile in her face, a radiant smile. "Let's get to the busyness, dear. I teleport you and you do the dirty busyness and I take care of the party!" she beamed, and noticed Tomi's glare "Alright, alright, here you are, your money. Hmf, you rogues can't do anything without a reward." Then, Tomi looked at her expectanly "What?" she asked. Tomi casted a grin "Insentive" he said. Linu let out as exasperated sigh and handled a LOT more of money. Tomi looked with something that could be refered as lust, making the author gag.

"Alright, go, go, GO!!" she said hastingly and started casting a teleportation spell. In a "swift ee fleesh", he was gone.

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"Sorry, but ye'll have to go to Everaska and tell the elf that I be not coming" she said to the messenger.

Then, in the shadows, Tomi waited. He approached to a random villager and stole, rather visibly, a bit of money. The random villager saw the crime and screamed in a quasi-femenine voice "He stole me, may a true man come and save ME"

Tomi went into Dorna's direction and gave her the money saying "Hey hottie, these are for ye!" and with one of those grins that made the author want to have his hands around a hafling neck and press, press and PRESS, he left the scene.

Dorna saw a crowd with tridents and torchs near her, then said calmly at the elf "Ye know, maybe that party not be a bad idea" and she gave him the money and left.

The messenger casted a horrified look at the crowd, then at his hands, and screamed "OHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!".

Poor messenger, don't you think?