A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B

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Despite her derogatory comments about it, Arabella had picked up Falco’s old armour and hung it up on her sales rack. She never offered him any cash for it. He didn’t worry too much about that; he was just thrilled at how the day had gone so far.

Falco swam up to the surface three gold poorer but feeling pretty good about his new armour and his new weaponry. For the first time in his life he had some decent gear. Women would look at him differently now.

And then there were his three new conquests back in the well. They had been unable to resist him. He would need to go back pretty soon for some more sex. For now he wanted some food to recover from the workout those three had given him and maybe a few beers to celebrate his sexual success. He headed to Fish’s Ale House.

The tavern was quiet that time of day. Even that fag High Elf wasn’t there to bother him. Falco was glad of that. He needed to think about the bind he was just beginning to realize he was in. The fearful reaction of the girls when he mentioned M’Tun was a sobering moment. The more he considered the facts the more disquieted he felt about the situation.

He used the last bit of copper in his wallet to pay for his lunch and a third pint while he reviewed the trouble he might be in. He was not confident in any way that his failure to deliver that message would be attributed to causes beyond his control. He had spent the gold he had been given so there was no paying M’Tun back if that Dark Elf ...

... considered the contract incomplete. The more he pondered that the more he realized M’Tun would most likely want his gold back.

He decided it may be best if he found a way to deliver that stupid message after all. But it seemed unlikely there would be any chance to speak quietly to Sprockfuddle in the near future.

He sat there another half hour. He drained his beer mug and slammed it down resolutely. He had thought up a plan that would get him to Sprockfuddle. It was perhaps more inspired by ale and stupidity than cleverness, but he could think of no other option. He could get that message delivered.

A little typsy, Falco got up and left the Ale House. He wondered through the Harbour District and into South Qeynos. He was looking for a female guard. Any female guard would do, he reasoned, but if he was lucky enough to get one with an attitude, that would be best.

Near the south gate, the Guard Thorsona was stationed. She had been in a bad mood all shift. Her boyfriend had gone off yesterday without her and the rumours were flying that he was messing around with one of Vishra’s slutty daughters. She was still furious a full day after she had heard about it.

It was at that point that some idiot Wood Elf approached her. No doubt he was another newcomer to Qeynos, lost and looking for some store or person. She was in no mood to give yet another imbecile directions to the closest blacksmith or merchant. Why did he need to bother her now when she had relationship worries? ...