Gryphons in Greenden
The evening is getting late and you are pleasantly drunk. Erric is unpleasantly drunk, but this is no surprise. He has challenged half the bar to twenty different kinds of fights, everything from arm wrestling to pissing distance to bear skinning. Only the girls seem to find him charming and amusing.
Erric tugs on your sleeve, dark eyes a little bleary with drink, and he gestures over his shoulder toward several barmaids who are idling. "They've already indicated to me that they're willing, buddy. What do you say?"
You blink, thinking you must have missed a conversation earlier. "Willing?"
"Don't be daft. Do you want one or not?" Erric tips the girls a wink across the room and they giggle and wave back at him, breasts bouncing under their tunics.
You blink. "And Sophia?"
"Fuck Sophia!" is Erric's biting reply.
You bristle immediately, but remember that Erric is drunk and that he's not completely wrong. The Countess Sophia has been stringing you along for a few years now. You think your prospects are grand; you seem made for each other. But she still entertains suitors and makes things very difficult for you. The barmaids' breasts are bouncing as they strut around the room delivering beer and ale. They are very attractive girls. But where has your morality gone during this trip you wonder? Are you a knight or aren't you anymore?
Erric tugs on your sleeve, dark eyes a little bleary with drink, and he gestures over his shoulder toward several barmaids who are idling. "They've already indicated to me that they're willing, buddy. What do you say?"
You blink, thinking you must have missed a conversation earlier. "Willing?"
"Don't be daft. Do you want one or not?" Erric tips the girls a wink across the room and they giggle and wave back at him, breasts bouncing under their tunics.
You blink. "And Sophia?"
"Fuck Sophia!" is Erric's biting reply.
You bristle immediately, but remember that Erric is drunk and that he's not completely wrong. The Countess Sophia has been stringing you along for a few years now. You think your prospects are grand; you seem made for each other. But she still entertains suitors and makes things very difficult for you. The barmaids' breasts are bouncing as they strut around the room delivering beer and ale. They are very attractive girls. But where has your morality gone during this trip you wonder? Are you a knight or aren't you anymore?