Fritz walked into the nearby hallway. His legs were unsteady, yet he persevered using the wall. He looked to the left and right of the stone hallway he found himself in. Seeing little difference, he picked a direction at random.

"Cutey, you're up?" A familiar annoyance asked him. Fritz leaned against the wall, as he looked down towards Brenn. The brunette ratkin eyed him like a sickly gazelle ripe for the taking.

"Yeah. Do you know the way to the latrine?" Fritz asked.

"Sure. Sure. I do. Can I hold it?" Brenn asked with a toothy grin as she sauntered closer invading his personal space.

"Hold it?" Fritz asked in confusion. His face scrunched as he tried to decipher her meaning.

"Yeah, can I hold it? Ya' know?" Brenn wiggled her eyebrow at Fritz, before letting her eyes drift down to his crotch.

"No, I don't know." Fritz said, trying to shake her off.

"Are you sure you don't need some help? I can hold it steady. Let me hold it. Please?" Brenn pleaded. She clasped both of her hands together moving closer to him. Making her eyes bigger she batted her lashes at him.

"Uh...." Fritz trailed off. Rounding a corner, Marcelle appeared suddenly as if she had been waiting there the entire time.

"I should be the one who holds it." Marcelle stated. Crossing her arms she challenged the diminutive ratkin.

"What are your qualifications? How many have you handled?" Brenn demanded towards Marcelle.

"My qualifications are irrelevant. I am clearly the superior handler of whatever you speak of." The lamia slithered forward. She made herself taller as she attempted to intimidate the ratkin.

"That's well and all-" Fritz began. He tried to move forward as a hand reached out to stop him.

"Cutey, say you'll let me hold it. Then, I shall show you the way."

"No. I shall be the one!" Marcelle hissed.

"Hold what, Brenn?" Fritz asked.

"Ya' know, when you're letting loose."

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"Fritz's magic power is mine and mine alone. He is my minion. Whatever you presume to control, know that I own it. My alchemical supplies are low, I will not allow you to monopolize him! He is more than a convenient source of food and liquor." Marcelle hissed.

"I don't want to control it girl. I just want to feel it in my hands. I want to understand what lurks below."

"Pfft. Know your place, lesser beast." Marcelle proclaimed haughtily. She did her best to look down upon the shorter beastkin.

"Lesser? Lesser? What the-" Brenn started before being cut off. Ada rounded the corner of the square compound. Holding her enchanted rapier forward she barreled into Brenn. Hitting the ratkin in the shoulder she disrupted her train of thought.

"Ada!" Neva screamed. "Get back here! Give me the fucking sword! It's cursed!"

Fritz turned his head towards the gray-haired beastkin. He watched her sprint towards Ada. Ada as if on cue, dived through a stained glass window. Glass shards littered the hallway that Fritz found himself in. Looking towards Brenn and Marcelle Fritz searched for answers as Neva dived through the broken window after Ada.

"What is happening?" Fritz asked.

"Who cares? Let me hold it." Brenn demanded.

"I deserve to hold it." Marcelle proclaimed.

"Pfft. You beastkin all the same. Always fighting. Barely better than wild animals." Fritz turned his head towards a strange human-looking woman. She was missing a tail, yet her pointed ears denoted her as something else. "If anyone is worthy! It is me! Us elves are the natural superior species of this world!"

"What are you even talking about? Who is this?" Fritz asked.

"Elf. Do not interfere, you are not welcome!" Marcelle proclaimed.

"Elf? Elf? I am no mere elf! I am royalty and you will address me as such!" The tall woman seethed. Her green cloak obscured most of her body. Underneath it, he could see her shifting her hands as she grabbed her sword hilt . A sudden burning sensation assaulted Fritz's bladder. His body involuntarily folder forward.

"I mean I just wanted to hold his sword, while he-"

"While he?" The elf asked. Fritz clutched his temple.

"Yeah, while he- ya'know." Brenn finished.

"I don't know what you are even talking about." Fritz said.

"I mean you can barely stand. Let me hold it while-" Brenn trailed off.

"While I what? Hold what?" Fritz asked.

"Your holy sword, oh great champion. Let me wrestle the holy blade. Let me the hold the goddess' blade." Brenn huffed.

"What holy blade?" Marcelle asked. "Ada clearly has something corrupted. What do you speak of?"

"His holy sword! Girl! What else do you think I speak of?"

"Just show me where I can piss!" Fritz yelled.

"Let me hold it while you pee!" Brenn countered.

"What?" Fritz sputtered out.

"Your cock!" Brenn exclaimed. Her shoulders rolled in exasperation. "Let me hold it while you piss! Goddess above what's so hard to understand?! Can't you understand a simple innuendo? Daft idiot!"

"No! No one is holding my cock while I piss!" Fritz looked around. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me? These two were hoping to grab your cock too! They were practically begging to hold it! I'm not the only one!" Brenn pointed towards Marcelle and Mynuru.

"I did not!" Marcelle screeched. "I would never! Never!"

"No. Ew. Ew. Ew." The elven princess pretended to retch.

"Fucking hell! Brenn! Show me where the bathroom is! Someone! Before I piss myself!!" Fritz yelled.

His lower half felt like it was on fire. The emergency was too great. Fritz barreled past everyone searching for his salvation.