The rapid knocking was what awoke him. Dumag opened one eye, groaning as he forced himself to sit up. He was still in the Elvish castle, and someone was knocking away on his door. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, which creaked loudly as he rose. He threw open the door with a glare down, only to be greeted by his fiancée and another Elf- a man with long ginger hair and small golden spectacles.
“Morning.” Yalanue breezed by him, glancing up with a tiny smile. It seemed she’d somehow cloaked their activities the night before. “This is my manservant, Gailin Elmaria. He’ll be ensuring you don’t embarrass yourself tomorrow.”
Gailin gave a bow, smiling as well but fearfully so as he looked up and down the Orc towering over him. “R-right, I’m to ensure that everything goes smoothly… This is part of the treaty after all… It would be a disaster if something were to go wrong.”
“I’m aware.” Dumag grunted, going to sit at the small table provided with the room. “the arrangement is that one of my tribe is to marry one of the royal family of this region. I saw the details of the treaty.”