The cure.

When dawn broke the next morning, Windhorn awoke and left the tent to start breakfast like he always used to. The first to awaken was Arian, as usual. She came out looking around sleepily.
“Good morning, miss Arian.” Windhorn said.
“Windhorn?” She said.
“Yes, miss Arian?” He said.
“What are you doing here?” She asked.
“Making breakfast.” He said. “Spiced eggs?”
“I thought you left.” She said sitting down and accepting the eggs.
“I did. I’m back.” He said. “Is that a problem?”
“No. I missed your cooking.” She said.
“Good. My companions are here as well.” Windhorn said.
“Companions?” Arian said.
“Yes. May I make a request of you, Miss Arian? Please don’t start trouble with them.” Windhorn said.
“Why would I?” She asked.
“One is Marri. You seemed to dislike her before. The other is a blood elf.” Windhorn said.
“You brought a Troll and a Blood elf with you?” She said angrily.
“Yes.” He replied.
“Are you out of your simple cow mind?” She growled.
“No, miss Arian.” He said.
“Lay off, Arian.” Prin said as she came out of her tent. “They are under my control. Just as Windhorn is. Remember the shit-fit you through when I brought him?”
“Aye, that was a day to remember.” Came the dwarven laugh of Rummy as he came out of his tent. He plopped down and accepted the eggs Windhorn offered.
Arian opened her mouth to argue when they heard a yawn from the new tent. Reign stepped out and stretched. He froze when he saw Arian.
“Reign, come sit down.” Prin said, patting the ground beside her, which happened to also be beside Arian.
Reign didn’t want to sit beside the night elf, but he couldn’t fight the magic. He found himself sitting beside her. Mentally he cursed.
Windhorn held out a plate of eggs.
“I’m not hungry.” Reign said.
“Yes you are. Eat.” Prin said.
Reign found himself taking the eggs and eating them.
“This is an outrage Prin.” Arian said.
“It most certainly is.” Reign said.
“Reign. You’ll only speak kindly and politely to Arian.” Prin said.
Windhorn attempted not to smirk. Prin was having her typical fun. He remembered her staying his tongue many times when he first arrived.
Reign didn’t feel any differently towards Arian. It must not have worked. One way to find out. He opened his mouth to call her a moon loving whore. “You look absolutely lovely this fine day, miss Arian.” Came out instead. He stopped with a look as if he couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth.
Windhorn couldn’t hold back the laugh. “Give up, Reign. You can’t fight the magic.” He was suddenly hit by horrible pain. He cried out.
“Don’t antagonize, Pet.” Prin said, petting his snout.
“Yes, mistress.” Windhorn panted as the pain subsided.
“Lass, go easy on the calf.” Rummy said.
Prin shrugged. After Windhorn’s admittance that he loved it when she hurt him, she didn’t feel guilty. Reign however looked horrified by what Prin had just done. Maybe agreeing to this was a bad idea.
Marri glanced out of her tent when she heard Windhorn cry out. There was the retched elf, the dwarf, and the gnome. For Eroth. This was for Eroth. She was hungry, but she didn’t want to go out there. She watched Prin pet Windhorn. He went back to making eggs. Reign looked like he was having doubts. It was a bad idea bringing him along. He shouldn’t be subjected to this. He wasn’t such a bad guy... for a filthy elf. She sighed. Prin must have heard her because she looked in her direction. Marri stiffened.
“Come out, Marri.” Prin said.
Marri got up and came out.
“Take a seat.” Prin said.
Marri chose to sit beside Windhorn. He looked at her with silent question. She replied with a slight nod. She took the eggs he offered and ate silently.
“Troll slut.” Arian said. Marri gave no reaction at all. She refused to play that game with that Elf whore.
“Reign, slap Arian.” Prin said.
The next thing Reign knew, he heard a loud smack, and the back of his hand hurt. He looked at Arian, who had her hand over her now sore cheek. She was looking at him with fury. Reign looked back, slightly confused. Had he just slapped her? Must not laugh. Must not laugh.
“Don’t be mad at him, I ordered him to do it.” Prin said.
“You half-pint bitch!” Growled Arian.
“Slap her again.” Prin said.
Reign was starting to like the gnome as his hand moved again of its own accord and struck the Kal’dorai across her other cheek. He was smiling triumphantly.
“That’s enough!” Rummy growled. “Both of you, knock it off!”
Prin and Arian jumped. Rummy rarely raised his voice. When he did, people took notice.
“I’ve had just about enough of your bickering! I’ve had enough of your mistreatment of those who can’t fight back! You two will behave or else!” He said standing. “Leave the captives alone! Stop fighting amongst yourselves! Act like adults or so help me...”
Marri stared up at him. What the hell was he saying? He looked angry. The look in his eyes... the same as when he killed Adonai... the same as when he attacked Eroth... She shivered at the memory and ran back to the tent.
Rummy blinked and watched her vanish into the tent, suddenly feeling back about snapping. Reign got up and ran after her. Windhorn looked on worriedly.
Reign found Marri sitting with his her knees drawn up to her chest. “Marri?” He said kneeling beside her.
“I be sorry.” She said. “I just need away from ‘im.”
“It’s okay.” He said. “I just wanted to be sure you were alright.”
“I be okay.” She said.
He nodded and stroked her hair soothingly. “It’s only for a short time.” He said.
“I know.” She said.
He rubbed her back. His eyes strayed over her body. From his angle he got a nice look at her firm breasts, flat tummy, lovely legs... The armor left little to the imagination. He sat with her silently for some time. His eyes roamed over her lovely body and delicate features of her face. “Marri?”
“What?” She asked.
“Would you be offended if I told you I’m very attracted to you?” He asked.
“No.” She said, faint red peaking though her blue fur.
“Would you be offended if I say just looking at you has given me an erection?” He asked.
She blushed deeper. He noticed her eyes stray to the tented area of his groin. “No.” She said averting her eyes.
“Would you be upset if I tried to kiss you?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said.
“Damn.” He said, shifting slightly uncomfortable.
“I be married. We be off ta save me ‘usband. I not be kissin’ anoda man.” She said.
“I understand. I had to ask though.” Reign said. “If you weren’t married or with someone... would you have been upset if I tried to kiss you?”
She seemed to think about this a second, the red returning to her cheeks. “No.” She said.
He smiled. “So you no longer hate me just because I’m an elf?” He asked.
“No.” She said softly. “I might ‘ave solved ya problem for ya too.” She gave him a wink.
He took her hand and kissed it. “You tease. I guess I can be satisfied with just knowing.”
“Good.” She said. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “I be ready ta go back out now.”
His smile brightened. “I’ll be out shortly.” He said.
Marri got up and went back out. The moment Marri was gone, Reign was masturbating. Why did she have to be so damned hot and off limits? He closed his eyes and pictured her naked and he pumped himself. He stroked hard and fast and finally found the release he had been so desperate for. He grunted as his seed splattered to the ground. He sighed as the orgasm subsided. Damn that troll for doing what she did to him. He put himself away, cleaned up, and headed back out.