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There was a tense silence, as the ozcurillas with their mouths stuffed with eggs, the annoyed warriors with their weapons drawn, the other onlookers and the elf stared alternatively at each other and to the ozcurilla grey orc child who had guessed how many eggs where on the jar –none, for the elf had to pull them all out, to show to the warriors, so they don’t pull out her interiors for feeling cheated.

“Uh. That doesn’t count” the Elf said.

The ozcurilla pointed indignantly to the now empty jar. “There are no Eggz! I said, there are no Eggz! I won!”

“That’s just because your friends ate all the eggs, as I pulled them away!” the Elf protested…

But her protest died quickly, as she saw the expressions of the warriors.

“She won. Fair and square, elf.” Warned one of the warriors to the elf.

“Kan I haz prize now?”

It had been a mistake to set up shop in an ozcura village, now the low elf understood. And she wouldn’t push her luck…. After all, she had already picked up almost all the valuables from the warriors she had tricked before.

“Sure darling. Here, have your prize” the Elf said, offering some of the colourful glass beads. Having won in front of such rowdy crowd, the elf had to pay the prize so they don’t see she’s a fraud and riot.

“Nu-hu!” the little grey orc child said. “You said I could pick my prize! And I want THAT”

The elf turned to see what she was pointing… The sword?

“You are just a child, you can’t have a sword! Take the precious jewelry!” she said. Even if the sword was common steel, was much more valuable than the other trinkets and glass beads!

“I want the Sword!” she said.

“Are you sure you don’t want the much cooler jewels and precious stones, rather than the boring and lame sword?” the elf offered, showing the coloured glass pieces. “You aren’t supposed to pick the sword, you know?”

“I want the sword! The Sword!” the Ozcurilla insisted, grabbing the sword from the hands of the Elf.

“H-Hey!”

“I Haz Zword! Ozcurilla haz zword! Layla haz zword!” the little grey orc chanted, as she ran away with a sword larger than herself, followed by the scattering crowd of ozcurillas who ran in every direction… with the jar, glass beads and whatever they could grab form the counter.

“HEY!” the Elf tried to protest, to run after the Ozcurillas… but she was grabbed from the arms.

“Don’t be a sore loser. She won it. It is fair” said the old matron… surrounded by the ozcuras warriors the elf had tricked.

The elf sighed. No wonder most shows skipped ozcura settlements. Now she knew why.

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Description
Previously:

There was a tense silence, as the ozcurillas with their mouths stuffed with eggs, the annoyed warriors with their weapons drawn, the other onlookers and the elf stared alternatively at each other and to the ozcurilla grey orc child who had guessed how many eggs where on the jar –none, for the elf had to pull them all out, to show to the warriors, so they don’t pull out her interiors for feeling cheated.

“Uh. That doesn’t count” the Elf said.

The ozcurilla pointed indignantly to the now empty jar. “There are no Eggz! I said, there are no Eggz! I won!”

“That’s just because your friends ate all the eggs, as I pulled them away!” the Elf protested…

But her protest died quickly, as she saw the expressions of the warriors.

“She won. Fair and square, elf.” Warned one of the warriors to the elf.

“Kan I haz prize now?”

It had been a mistake to set up shop in an ozcura village, now the low elf understood. And she wouldn’t push her luck…. After all, she had already picked up almost all the valuables from the warriors she had tricked before.

“Sure darling. Here, have your prize” the Elf said, offering some of the colourful glass beads. Having won in front of such rowdy crowd, the elf had to pay the prize so they don’t see she’s a fraud and riot.

“Nu-hu!” the little grey orc child said. “You said I could pick my prize! And I want THAT”

The elf turned to see what she was pointing… The sword?

“You are just a child, you can’t have a sword! Take the precious jewelry!” she said. Even if the sword was common steel, was much more valuable than the other trinkets and glass beads!

“I want the Sword!” she said.

“Are you sure you don’t want the much cooler jewels and precious stones, rather than the boring and lame sword?” the elf offered, showing the coloured glass pieces. “You aren’t supposed to pick the sword, you know?”

“I want the sword! The Sword!” the Ozcurilla insisted, grabbing the sword from the hands of the Elf.

“H-Hey!”

“I Haz Zword! Ozcurilla haz zword! Layla haz zword!” the little grey orc chanted, as she ran away with a sword larger than herself, followed by the scattering crowd of ozcurillas who ran in every direction… with the jar, glass beads and whatever they could grab form the counter.

“HEY!” the Elf tried to protest, to run after the Ozcurillas… but she was grabbed from the arms.

“Don’t be a sore loser. She won it. It is fair” said the old matron… surrounded by the ozcuras warriors the elf had tricked.

The elf sighed. No wonder most shows skipped ozcura settlements. Now she knew why.

Next on Layla's Story:

Mature Content