In the Elder realm, city of Itra.
A fat elder is walking through the streets with a swagger. His melon sized stomach is swaying left and right, trembling even, threatening to tear the robe open and come out.
His face was a bit crooked like a mule kicked him to set it in a wrong way.
He was walking through the red light district and stopped in front of the most luxurious brothel. The prostitutes on the either of side are looking at him whispering something. There were some chuckles and giggles in between, which made him realize, what they were talking about.
His nose hurt.
"That brutish bastard. Next time, I see him, I am going to chop him to death."
He swaggered into the brothel and soon a beautiful woman came running to him.
"Little girl, you better take care of me well today. I am in a bad mood."
"Of course, of course. Whatever Master says goes."
