Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Haradrim Gal
Erik entered Sirion after a travel to Slimbar, city of his ancestors. He now marched with the best troops of Sirion after leave the priesthood to embrace the warrior's path once again. This war had a particular taste, after all it was a good opportunity to confirm some certainties about the past. The people revered once again the god of war as he entered the temple for the last blessings before leaving to the front. After a short ceremony and a kiss on his daughters, Erik walked into the beautiful room occupied by him when he had to stay some time in Sirion, city of his old good friend Ecthelion. The powerful Duke of Avamar had a smile that didn't want to leave his lips. An urge to laugh and laugh more after he had read the last letters. The Silver Dragon settled a little beauty in his lap, letting her wrap his shoulders and cover his neck with kisses.
Erik Eyolf: "Atanamir is King. It's impressive how Perdan embraced who we kicked as the worst General throughout our history. In an empire of warriors and heroes, I suppose there is no greater shame. I would have killed myself with my own sword, but he survived to win a throne."
Young gal: "Atanamir of Umbar?"
Erik Eyolf: "Do you know him?"
Young gal: "Not in person, Sultan of Sultans... I'm a Haradrim, from an old lineage, you know."
Erik Eyolf: "Excuse me, my dear. But no, I don't know your people."
Young gal: "I belong to your harem, but my family suffered during the war. Our oldest regions were devastated by the war, we were then enslaved by the Sultans and once again we saw everthing burned and destroyed when you brought your great armies to liberate us in name of Ora!"
Erik Eyolf: "Then you have royal blood and you never said me?"
Young gal: "Royal blood? I doubt, my Sultan. We have been forgotten by those who call themselves kings. That's just an excuse for war. There are only a handful of us. We are much less than the sheep grazing in the fields. You, my Sultan, have more bastards in Nivemus than I have brothers and sisters there. You did more for us than a King in Perdan can do. You destroyed the Sultanate, you saved Ora, preserved the White Tree and you welcomed us in your vast duchy..."
Erik Eyolf: "And here in my bed! Come on, cousin of kings! Let's do some heirs and increase Haradrim's numbers! I can guarantee that the blood of a Serpentis is much better!"
Young gal: "I'm not afraid of serpents!"
Erik Eyolf: "Believe me, my dear... I know!!!"
And Erik laughed, filling the temple with the satisfaction of his debauchery. There was something very good on that Haradrim. And in all others who sought so willfully for the beautiful elf, the Silver Dragon of Sirion.
