Enemies and Allies

The crickets were loud, the grass flowing along his hands as he pointed a gun up at the moon. Pipe smoke listing lazily on the still humid air. "She's late." Gjorn said to no one in particular. He hated this, he hated having to keep secrets from his Queen. She didn't need to know yet, they weren't ready yet, boots not ready to be on the ground. Too many loose ends before they made their move, too many unknowns where it didn't matter yet.
The valley below him nothing more than and endless sea of grass unmoving between the mountains. The stars slowly moving overhead, yet he couldn't even appreciate them for what they were. Yet another grand lie made by those who were unworthy. Only made to comfort the children that were abandoned, like him, like his people. Humanity was a mockery of their origin, even those Goblins were a lie. Lied to by the very thing they worshipped, he had to admit their origin had certainly instilled a phenomenal sense of loyalty in them.
"Such dark thoughts for the Bard." Her voice came out of the darkness, out of his shadow against the moon.
"You know I hate that, Azu. Why do you always do that." His words came with the puff of noxious smoke, a strange plant burning in his pipe.
She raised his chin too look at her carrion covered face, pressing her breasts in his face. She always did that, trying to pry away at his defense, always nude, always a different women, always different proportions to try and take him off guard. "But, your eyes are always so cold. I love it, do you still hate me for something I did eons ago?"
"Why do you ask the same question every time? Put some damn clothes on, witch. I'm not interested with gore and blood dried to your chest, vulture. Just tell me what you learned already." Gjorn rubbed the space between his eyes, irritated. He hated having to deal with Shadow: Lust, the very thing he had seen all those years ago.
She bent over, letting the moonlight show him more than enough to know she really appreciated her own femineity. "What? You don't like what you see? I thought you were a man, such senseless creatures you are."
He rolled his eyes, relighting the odd weed in his pipe. "I do still hate you, but you harbor something we both want, witch. What has Syn been whispering in your ears?"
"Hmm, you have no romance. Do you not want me?" She said as she did increasingly vulgar things to her own body. Setting herself down on his lap, reaching for the belt on his waist.
Gjorn's iron grip wrapped itself around her wrist, breaking it. She didn't even react as she examined the injury, popping it back into place with a disgustingly loud click. "I am not interested, Azu. Let me talk to Syn."
"You are no fun... I've never met such an abstinent man." She laughed in a girlish way that pulled at his mind. Like threads of rotten sinew being plucked from blackened flesh.
"Can we drop the act, Shadow."
"You know I could tell them everything, what you are doing. Where the Queen is. That VIP Bhal is soooo interested in. Why shouldn't I? They are part of me, we are part of a whole that, that Bitch Vilorlith destroyed." Azu purred, pressing herself against Gjorn again.
"You shouldn't make idle threats. You have as much to lose as we do, if they find our, you lose Syn. They'll destroy her, you'll be left with nothing. You can wallow in your emptiness all you want, but you'll break without her." He said silencing her stolen magic over the area.
"You're no fun, fine. You're VIP has what you are looking for. I can smell her, that prey. She isn't gone, just... weak. That Priestess needs to learn some control, you're lucky the others don't have the senses I do. She needs to be taught quickly, or Bhal will kill her."