41 Safe (1/2)

Sylvie was standing next to Emily and Resti, They were all standing in front of the women huddle behind them, looking towards the hatch leading down into the workshop they were using as their current home.

She had finally felt safe, it being a long time since she last felt at ease like this. Despite the potential danger they were in at the moment. The moment that all the adventurers that had bought her of the slavers that capturer her and killed her brother had been defeated by Lurk. She had given up and ready to break down due to her probable fate of becoming a toy to the goblins.

But that did not happen, instead, the goblin Lurk treated her with kindness and understanding, even saving other people who had suffered under the goblins. The sheer shock of suddenly being saved by someone, let alone a goblin had made her happier than she had ever felt. The constant pressure of the collar forcing her will, all the commands that the dark elf had placed on her, constantly pushing her forward regardless of what she wanted.

But now the collars effects and the commands were all but gone. Only the general feeling of knowing that Lurk was the current master was all the collar inforced on her. But she was more than happy to listen to this feeling. Lurk had made her happy and safe, broken her hopelessness she had been feeling for months now.

He never forced her to do anything, even clearing all the commands she had received. He did ask her a lot of questions but told her she was not forced to answer about the collars and how the dark elf had used them. He was mostly interested in the design and workings of it, studying the runes on the collars intently as well as all the other runes inside the workshop he could find.

He even helped her learn a new spell to remove pain with her holy magic, he had other spells to teach her but her max mana did not allow her to learn them. His own mana was clearly superior as the spells he had learned were advanced and costly. When she informed him of her low mana but high recharge of said mana. She was expecting him to be disappointed, even her own family and her village elders were a little disappointed if not directly at her but at the misfortune of the mana fault she had.

Lurk did not seem to care, he was just curious. He had spent a lot of time asking her about how she had learned magic, she would tell of her time with her elder in her village as he would describe runes she should picture internally and form before her using her mana. Once the proper sequence of mana shaped runes had formed an effect would occur. Lurk seemed to know the runes being mentioned. But he himself had learned differently. Simply by using imagination and forcing mana into shape and function.

Sylvie could not even imagine how much mana that would cost, she would never be able to do that, let alone picture how a body could heal itself or light formed out of nothing. She had to be lectured how to picture this in her head. Lurk knew somethings he said, but could not really go into detail.

The adventurers would use her for spot healing until she suffered mana collapse but she would recover fast from it, but it was always a horrible sensation to collapse from it only to get back up and once more experience it. Normally spellcasters would do their best to avoid this since it gave them splitting headaches and made them feel horrible, she had no choice and was forced to heal if the adventurers had received many wounds.

Lurk when he heard about it simply nodded, he tried to examine her by touching her, as he said he had the ability to see peoples abilities and disabilities sometimes. Which caused a fireball to fly out from where Resti was, causing him to dodge right into Sylvie, both of them collapsing on the ground. Sylvie was stunned at the time but when she saw the wide eyes in Lurks face as he was lying down on top of her she smiled for some reason, causing Lurk to be even more flustered as he quickly got up apologizing to her.

Apparently, that counted as enough ”touching” but he could not see any external influence and guessed it might be a natural trait. He thought he might be able to change it, but he began being extremely flustered when he was talking about it. Sylvie insisted that if he could change it she would do anything!. He was stunned and seemed to be struggling internally with something but in the end he said, he would think about it, as Resti was once more looming over them with fireballs in both her hands the topic moved onto something else.

Sala had grinned when seeing this and gave Sylvie a gentle elbow nudge saying she was doing a good job. Sylvie was unsure what Sala had meant at the time, mostly because of her not holding the control rod at the time, so she could not understand her goblin-speak.

Sala was kind enough to her, but Sala seemed to struggle with Resti's aggressive nature towards Lurk, but mostly over how much Resti seemed to care about Lurks actions as much as Sala did. To the detriment of Lurks hair or head from getting blazed or bonked. She could tell it was not anything serious that the both of them threw at him, and it made her giggle.

Lurk was always kind to them and the women, helping them to be as comfy as they could. He made them clothes and arranged tasks for them if they wanted to help him, he even punished a goblin for suddenly grabbing at a woman. The women that had been stored were warming up to him and helping with the requests. Some of the hurt women were more il at ease, but when Lurk gave them the option of what they wanted to do with their goblin offspring inside them, asking them if they would consider giving birth to them, or he if he should spare them the experience. They warmed up to him a bit more.