After we had done the cake thing, and everyone had left for their homes, we did the family thing, and each of us gave Amber her presents. We always di...d it that way; it was more intimate when it was just the immediate family. My parents gave her a bunch of stuff. She got tons of clothes (I guess she needed them with how much she had grown), some nice earrings, and a whole skincare bath set. She also got some dance movies that she had really wanted, but the big gift was a new queen-sized bed. Whenever she wears jeans or any hip hugging stuff, her ass just protrudes out somewhat like tearing her jeans. Even when she wears salwar kurta, her buns (ass) outstand. In the hot summers she comes out in half pants and all the men in my locality look at her melons and greed at the sight of her ass. I have a habit walking behind her whenever I am with her, so that I can stare at the wiggle of her ass, when she walks. I am always alert to keep looking down her neckline so as to get a glimpse of. I followed and knew he was not as good as the master and finally slid in instead of away. One knife held his away and the other stopped against his throat. He froze in surprise and slowly stepped back and bowed, “Your master taught you well.”I turned and walked away, “You move too slowly.”I had barely entered the keep when a throat cleared. I glanced to the side at another elf but continued walking. He fell in beside me, “We did not know your master still taught.”I stopped and turned to look at. They’d kill each other simply for the rush, to test their skills and loot their kills. On the final night before the holiday, there was a mass breakout at the royal dungeon, and all the incarcerated revelers escaped and caused pandemonium to avoid recapture. Fires were spread, threatening to destroy the city, and countless people were wounded and killed in the ensuing chaos. Colbrand narrowly survived, and three days of work got the city functioning to acceptable levels, stable enough to.