Post by The Smith on Oct 24, 2007 21:46:57 GMT -5
“OOOH Tulliver, Oh, that’s the spot,” the wench cried out.
Francis, who found it terribly difficult to focus on his business while the woman in question was screaming out a different man’s name finished in an irritable huff.
“Oh that was fantastic, Tulliver,” cried the serving wench, a lass by the name of Sheri.
“Forgive me, I must be off my stride today,” “Tulliver” replied, as he leaned back to enjoy the ale resting on the night stand. “It must be this craziness with the stars and signs.”
“Yes, my employer was also greatly distressed,” Sheri said as she played with Francis’ chest hair. “They left immediately for home. And now we have no work to do. Tidy up in the morning a bit, but than the afternoon is free as can be. Which means I can meet you any time after mid-day meal.”
“And which road did they take home, if you mind me asking? I’ve heard of bandits on the roads, taking advantage of so many travelers.”
“Don’t be silly, none would dare try it, too many guards for a common highwayman.” Sheri said, prattling on for a few moments of all the men with their swords and shields and banners. Francis drank in the details as deeply as he drank his ale.
“I see. So many guards, I best not sneak a visit to serenade you at your work,” Francis said, his eyelids fluttering sweetly.
“I’d not recommend it, even while they are away, but there are ways one can sneak out quite without knowing.” Sheri said, scratching between her thighs without a lick of class. One of these days, Francis though to himself, I will bed a woman actually worthy of my station.
“Anyway, this place is nice enough, and large too,” Sheri said, smiling as she flopped herself on her side like one of those ancient northern mammoths preparing to die. Francis was once again thankful he had talked her out of her choice of positions a few moments ago. While he was not a courageous man, Francis was hopeful that he would find a more honorable way to die than that. Still, it was a small price to pay for what was gained.
Results: Francis Varner has a spy. (SMITH FOR YOUR NOTES PLEASE DO NOT PUBLISH: Sheri is supposed to be a serving wench at Goldsmith Manor, Lord Randal Lannisters’ home in King’s Landing.)
Francis, who found it terribly difficult to focus on his business while the woman in question was screaming out a different man’s name finished in an irritable huff.
“Oh that was fantastic, Tulliver,” cried the serving wench, a lass by the name of Sheri.
“Forgive me, I must be off my stride today,” “Tulliver” replied, as he leaned back to enjoy the ale resting on the night stand. “It must be this craziness with the stars and signs.”
“Yes, my employer was also greatly distressed,” Sheri said as she played with Francis’ chest hair. “They left immediately for home. And now we have no work to do. Tidy up in the morning a bit, but than the afternoon is free as can be. Which means I can meet you any time after mid-day meal.”
“And which road did they take home, if you mind me asking? I’ve heard of bandits on the roads, taking advantage of so many travelers.”
“Don’t be silly, none would dare try it, too many guards for a common highwayman.” Sheri said, prattling on for a few moments of all the men with their swords and shields and banners. Francis drank in the details as deeply as he drank his ale.
“I see. So many guards, I best not sneak a visit to serenade you at your work,” Francis said, his eyelids fluttering sweetly.
“I’d not recommend it, even while they are away, but there are ways one can sneak out quite without knowing.” Sheri said, scratching between her thighs without a lick of class. One of these days, Francis though to himself, I will bed a woman actually worthy of my station.
“Anyway, this place is nice enough, and large too,” Sheri said, smiling as she flopped herself on her side like one of those ancient northern mammoths preparing to die. Francis was once again thankful he had talked her out of her choice of positions a few moments ago. While he was not a courageous man, Francis was hopeful that he would find a more honorable way to die than that. Still, it was a small price to pay for what was gained.
Results: Francis Varner has a spy. (SMITH FOR YOUR NOTES PLEASE DO NOT PUBLISH: Sheri is supposed to be a serving wench at Goldsmith Manor, Lord Randal Lannisters’ home in King’s Landing.)
Hope you all are well and happy.