Thread: Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

She was clearly out cold, Jandrax could tell the moment he entered the room. This place was sturdily built and clearly had been meant to last but he doubted the architects had planned it with the weight of a particularly large Minotaur in mind. The floor didn't break, nothing so dramatic as that but he could hear the wood creaking a little bit, knowing that if he were to stomp a foot there would be a clear break, shattered wood. Still he didn't bother doing that, no reason to be destructive without reason as the accord between their people still stood. That agreement said nothing of this kind of situation though, gave no recourse should an Elf enter into a game that she could not win and allow herself to be made the prize of a bet. The fact that this particular little one happened to be a daughter of the king mattered little in the grand scheme of things as far as the Minotaurs were concerned, the status of the girl was immaterial as the bet had been entered into on good faith. He saw her move when he approached the bed to get a better look at her, heard her speak softly, smiling to himself. In that moment his mind was made up about what he would do, as much fun as it would be to climb into that bed with her it was far to risky in that moment. The noises, the creaking and likely breaking of the bed would bring attention to this room even if guards had not been posted, for all of their arrogance and self assurance Elves were not known for being particularly stupid. The moment it was noticed that this room was barricaded word would quickly spread and soon armed guards would actually arrive... and as confident as the Minotaur was in his ability to fight he also knew that the numbers would soon be able to bring him down, especially as he was without weapons. Jandrax couldn't indulge himself in that moment though it was exceptionally tempting to do just that. Instead the best path that laid before him was to snatch her up and have a shaman transport him home as quickly as possible. Peeking through the curtains he saw that they weren't actually very far from where the shamans had remained, a few Minotaurs already leaving and Jandrax suspected that it wouldn't be long until they all chose to leave. This was the perfect time for him to go and with a small snort he turned away from the open window and back towards his prize princess. It is indeed time to leave. He assured her, looking about the room for anything in particular that he might want to take with him. Noting about the room seemed to be particularly valuable aside from the unconscious princess. Not too much time was wasted from that point on, knowing he couldn't just throw the princess over his shoulder Jandrax took hold of the sheets, hands moving with surprising dexterity as he gathered them all up and tucked the princess into something of a bundle, knowing that holding her in this fashion would likely force her to curl up a bit and make her appear much smaller. To all the world he would look like just a Minotaur carrying some winnings in a sheet with him on his way home. Then, holding the bundle tight to his chest and making sure it was as secure as possible he took a step through the open window and dropped a few feet to the ground, the revelers so caught up in their decadence that he appeared to go Unnoticed as he began to stride towards the shamans. He was moving quickly, not running but not exactly taking his time as he went, passing by several others on their way out. Approaching the first unoccupied shaman that he saw Jandrax raised his arm to display the torc he wore there, the shaman ran his fingers over it, to himself at the sight of the bundle as though he knew what was inside, and then conjured a portal for Jandrax to step through, hidden enchantments in the torc letting him know just where the Minotaur who stood before him lived. Two steps, that was all it took, and they were inside of his home, just before the and thick wood that made up his front door. Inside it was dark, not nearly as well lit as the Elves had kept the festival, a number of oil lamps hanging from the high ceiling casting a dim glow as the flames had been turned down low before he left. Still he was able to see well enough, this was his home and he knew it intimately. This was only the first floor of the home, to his right was a stairwell leading upward and he swiftly began to climb it, first one flight and then the second to bring him to the third floor of his home... his bedchambers. Though perhaps not as large as the rooms of Elven royalty might be it was still rather spacious, in part because it was built to a Minotaurs scale rather then that of a smaller race. The walls were formed from closely fitted stone bricks the color of freshly tilled soil, in place of any art work hung a variety of banners taken from fallen foes, the wall to his left when he arrived on the floor had a large number of weapons hanging from it. Towards the far side of the room was his bed, a massive affair, large even for a man of his frame and monstrous in size compared to his prize. Comfortable furniture was spread about and the third floor was mostly open though to the right was the only separate room. When he purchased this place Jandrax had paid for renovations and through the door to that separate room was the master bath. Dwarven engineers had been paid handsomely to install modern plumbing, hot and cold running water, the greatest of comforts. None of that mattered in the least though, Jandrax took a few steps into the room and then tossed the bundled sheets he carried onto his bed. Wake up princess... He grumbled loudly, rolling his neck and stretching slowly. It is time to make good on our bet.