A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven

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“Look, boys. Let’s be nice” Llisanya interjected “Do you have work for him or not, M’Tun? Something by which he can prove himself to you?”

After a short silence where M’Tun seemed to study Falco he finally said. “Well. Conveniently I do. Some task just came up, yes. I have an errand needs to be done. Can you remember a three sentence message committed to memory...Falco? It pays three gold.”

“Three gold!? I swam across that freezing moat for three stinking gold??!”

M’Tun was all eaten up with sympathy over the cold swim. “It’s all the task is worth and all the work I will give you until you prove yourself. Do you want the work and whatever jobs come after? If not, go swim home!”

Having nothing in his pocket Falco reflected three gold really was a lot of money for delivering a lousy message. “Alright. I want the work.”

“Fine” M’Tun’s tone became more business-like. “As you might guess, I am not welcome in Qeynos. You need to go into Qeynos and find a Gnome named Sprockfuddle. He fences illegal goods in town. Angry little asshole.”

M’Tun continued without giving Falco a chance to ask any questions. “He hides out underground near the stream in Qeynos Harbour. It’s a good thing you like to swim because you need to jump in that stream and swim halfway under the bridge. You’ll find a tunnel broken into the abutment wall. Swim along the tunnel and up the well at the end. You’ll find Sprockfuddle right there as you climb out. There are a few other fences ...

... and miscreants that hang out in there but this message is for Sprockfuddle alone. No one else hears it. Listen carefully...

“The Queen’s Guard is aware of us. We have made a new arrangement. Tell your friends to meet a Ratonga named Yuri on the beach south of Archer’s Woods.”

M’Tun finished by demanding “You got that, Wood Elf?”

“Yeah. It’s simple”

“Alright. See it is done as quickly as you can. Come back by evening and confirm the message was delivered.”

M’Tun handed three coins to Falco. “I am paying your three gold in advance. Since you are in that well anyway, make sure you use your wages to buy a decent hauberk and a sharp sword from the armour merchants there. Mention my name to the Dark Elf bitch named Arabella and she will give you an M’Tun Discount. And throw that stuff you’re wearing in the moat on your way back out, imbecile. If I see it again, we have no further business”

“Fine.” Falco swallowed the insult and turned to Llisanya. “Let’s go.”

Llisanya made no effort to move.

M’Tun was blunt “She needs to stay here and discuss the real work you two need to do for me. Just make sure you get this done because you can’t hide from me if you muck it up in any way. Now...shake it!”

A little hurt and not happy to be separated from his fuck-bitch, Falco peevishly picked up his pack and hurried off, too intimidated by the Dark Elf to do otherwise. He consoled himself that the sooner he did this stupid job the sooner he would be back and sucking on ...