<div class="floatright">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/cdn.roosterteeth.com/uploads/images/54063e01-6933-4e38-b195-d0fc28595a06/md/2181220-1448930942333-Warrior_Karsten_Face.jpg)</div>Thoughts raced through his mind like mobs heading towards an overeager damage dealer, crashing together in a pile of dead bodies as he tried to sort through the words the dark haired female whimpered in her sleep. Daddy? Touch her? No daddy? He was still sorting through the wreckage when her eyes popped open and she stared back at him, face mashed with the washed out straws and stray tresses of hair. The absolute incomprehension on her face at that moment equaled his confusion and when she shrieked like a terrorgheist had yanked her from the ground and started flailing, he was still busy trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about, and how he should feel about it.<br/><br/>Not that it mattered. With enough levels pure instinct helped someone avoid attacks meant to harm, and so Cerias just reflexively moved an inch here or twisted an inch there, when she didn’t just miss outright on her own. His bout of silent contemplation was only further extended as her tunic slipped even more off her shoulder, threatening to bare a truly impressive mountain chain, if the wobble underneath was any indication.<br/><br/>Then the red head suddenly came to life, cursing and crying and throwing herself all over the place, looking like a maggot on a hot plate, before suddenly vanishing from the world with a whoosh and thump. Then more shouting, more screams and more flailing.<br/><br/>Brain-activity finally reinserted itself after his cock realized the girl looked like she’d been gangbanged by a bunch of scarecrows and gave up the chase, and his arm snatched out grabbing the dark haired girl by the thick, tangled hair at the back of her neck and twisting it in his huge leather clad hand until the leather creaked as it pulled tight over his knuckles.<br/><br/>“Easy there ‘Daddy’s girl’, why the seven planes would I wanna touch you?”<br/><br/>With one of them disabled by the floor, and the other by his grip on her hair, he shoved away the small voice of common sense and reason shouting in the back of his mind and started talking before it had a chance to reassert itself again.<br/><br/>“You girls didn’t beg, didn’t steal and you kept fighting when you had nothing. You’ve done enough to earn you one day of my help. Which I’m very sure I will regret tremendously, but nonetheless. My expectations are absolutely zero this will turn into a worthwhile day, but let’s see if you girls can change that shall we?”<br/><br/>With a light shove he finally let go of the girl he’d kept incapacitated and then froze for a second as a light, fainter than the one last night, flickered around the girls for a second before fading away with a soft rustle.<br/><br/>Cerias blanched and grimaced, shaking his head, making the thick, unruly, sun-bleached hair flutter.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe I’ve been here long enough to become a damn quest-mob, and they finished a damn quest off of me. I feel dirty…..”<br/><br/>Grumbling he looked over at the girls and after a moment’s consideration threw the bread and sausage after the brunette.<br/><br/>“Eat, dress and for the merciful goddess of death’s sake go wash in the river. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Be ready then.”<br/><br/>Still muttering about mistakes, and massaging the root of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on, he exited the small stables, leaving them behind to do as they wished while he sought out something strong to drink.<br/>