Chapter 85: Evening Chats

Chapter 85: Evening Chats

Stryg left the inn, lifted the hood of his grey cloak, and turned the corner. As soon as he was out of sight he jumped, sunk his claws into the wall of the inn, and quickly scrambled up the wooden planks and onto the roof. He ignored the sounds of the lovemaking below and focused his sight on the few villagers walking past.

One particular villager stumbled his way towards the inns shed where Rhian and Maximus were. Stryg could smell the alcohol coming from the villagers ragged breath.

Damn queer and her whack friend, Louises uncle grumbled drunkenly. Ill show them not to mess with our girls.

Stryg watched the man draw closer to the centaurs. He held a small knife in his shaky hands. Rhian was still talking to Maximus, who seemed to be uninterested in whatever she had to say. The warrior centaur noticed the drunken villager coming from the corner of his eye.

Rhian, quiet, Maximus held out a hand.

Huh? She frowned.

Maximus reached for his axe.

Okay, okay, Ill stop talking, Rhian backed away.

Whos there? Maximus called out.

A faint figure walked out from the shadow of the inn. It drew closer with a soft shamble. Maximus raised his axe. The figure was suddenly yanked back into the darkness. A small yelp was the only evidence he left.

What was that? Rhian stepped behind Maximus.

I dont know, Maximus shook his head. Dont hide behind me.

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Stryg grabbed the drunken uncle by the throat, dragged him across the grass, and slammed him into a far away building. A soft crack was heard as the mans back hit the wall. He fell to the ground with a painful thud. The man coughed in pain.

Stryg lifted him up by the collar, After your threats at the inn I thought my master was going to kill you, to set an example for the rest not to go against her. Instead, she let you go. You were supposed to walk away, grateful to have encountered an alpha predator and lived. That should have been the end of it.

Stryg bared his fangs, But, I know how people are, vengeful. So, I watched, waited to see if you would do anything stupid. And here you are, baring your flat teeth again. If you had simply left, I planned to respect my masters wishes and leave you be. But, then you had to go and draw a blade at my tribemate.

Strygs claws dug into the mans shoulder, My tribemate.

Im sorry, please dont kill me. Please, Ill do anything, the villager whimpered in pain.

Leaving a threat alive was dangerous. It opened the door to potential risks for the future. Stryg knew this well. So, he dealt with his threats, it was only natural. Byrels terrified face flashed in his mind. He could still remember Plums tears, her rage. A strange thought crossed his mind. Was he right in killing this man? Was there another way?

Stryg sighed, Promise me you wont show your face around here until we leave. And if any of my companions or I spot you, Ill end you myself.

I promise, I promise, please just dont kill me, the villager cried.

Stryg released him and walked away.

The old man stared into the shadows where Stryg had been. He waited a few minutes before trying to move. He rubbed his shoulder and winced as he tried to stretch his back.

Damn freak. Hes just like that other creep. He spat into the ground, We dont want anymore of your kind.

Stjernes judgement will come over all of you, mark my words, the old man swore to humanitys patron deity. Hell destroy all you monsters. And Ill help him whatever way I can.

Is that right?

His jaw went slack as the shadows melted away to reveal Stryg standing only a few feet from him.

You plan to help kill me? A monster? Stryg stepped closer.

N-no, thats not what I meant, he shook his head vigorously. His eyes darted around in the dark, hoping to find his dagger.

I was right after all, Stryg held up the old mans dagger. You cant let threats live.

Someone, he-!

Stryg dashed in and slipped the dagger into the mans jugular. Stryg held the dagger tight as the mans body shook, his hands spasming. After a few moments the mans death throes ended. Stryg kept the blade in the corpses neck to prevent blood from smearing across the dirt and his clothes.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

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Rhian played with her black hair as she walked in circles outside the shed, bored. Normally, she would be training through sets on obstacles courses. The least she could do now was talk to Maximus, but he was a horrible conversational partner.

The warrior centaur never spoke a word unless it was shut up or some equivalent. He wasnt even a good listener. He always had this look of annoyance on his face when Rhian tried to start up a conversation, as if her beautiful visage was somehow bothering him. The only time Maximus seemed at peace was when he was meditating, like he was trying to do right now.

Life out in the boonies really was boring. Not to mention filthy. There was mud everywhere, the roads were literally made of dirt. Not the clean, refined red sands of the Murkton race tracks. No, this was just mud. A ton of mud that would suck in ones hooves and threaten to not give them back. She missed the pristine cobblestone walkways of Hollow Shade and the company of her fellow showhorses. Instead, she was stuck here with a grumpy musclehead, surrounded by wet dirt and risking her life out in the wilderness.

Fuck my life, Rhian groaned.

Loh had to admit she liked her naked appearance. ...Tell me a story.

Eh? Louise looked up.

Tell me why you need the money and its yours.

Why? Louise furrowed her brow.

Because misery loves company, she shrugged.

...Alright, Louise nodded slowly. She went to put her clothes back on.

Stop. Tell me the story just as you are. If Im going to hear your story I at least want to be entertained, Loh smirked.

...Fair enough, she made a half-hearted smile. My family is quite poor, even compared to the other families in Dullwater. We rent a plot of land a few miles from here. Were farmers, like most commoners in the Valley.

Louises lips thinned, My dad wanted another son to help out with the farm, but instead he got me. There wasnt too much I could do to help out. So, my dad sent me into the village to work here at the inn. The work can get rough sometimes and the hours were long. The pay isnt even much, but it was something, not that any of it was mine. However, the job helped me get out of the house for a while.

I take it you dont like your family? Loh asked.

Four sisters and one brother. My siblings can get a little much, Louise nodded.

I can relate, Loh cracked a grin. Well, go on then, dont keep me hanging.

Work wasnt great here and I hoped for more. I always wanted to bake. Not simple stuff like bread. But, fancy foods the caravans would bring during festivals, like chocolate cake. I didnt think it was going to happen, I could never afford such dreams. Until one day, the village butcher and my father agreed on marrying their children.

Not even commoners can escape arranged marriages, huh? Loh chuckled miserably.

Louise pursed her lips, I wanted the marriage. I always liked the butchers boy. He was cute and kind, albeit a bit daft. Still, the engagement was great. The butcher is one of Dullwaters most respected and wealthy individuals. It could have been a lot worse. Instead, I would get the chance to spend my life with someone I wanted to be with and Id be able to make my own family. Id even be able to bake.

Great story, Loh rolled her eyes.

It was, Louise chuckled. At least I thought it was, until my fianc ran away. I couldnt marry him because he wasnt here. And I couldnt break the engagement off, because my father didnt want to offend the butcher. Im literally stuck here. Theyve screwed me.

Men tend to do that.

Louise bit her bottom lip, I am unmarried and unmarriageable. People whisper that my fianc ran off because of me. Im becoming a pariah in this place.

And you have no way to escape, Loh concluded. Which is why you need the money.

The gold is a chance for a fresh start somewhere better than this place. Just like my fianc, Ill run away and make a better life for myself. If you are willing to help me that is. She looked at the drow with hopeful eyes.

Loh pulled out a few more gold coins and handed them to her. This will get you to wherever you wanna go.

Thank you, thank you, Louise smiled and bowed her head repeatedly.

No need to thank me, a deal is a deal.

...Right, Louise grabbed her clothes and began to dress herself.

She took a deep breath, I am Loh of House Noir, many people have served me throughout my life, including a few master bakers. If you ever find yourself in Hollow Shade, come find me. I can easily pull some strings and get you an apprenticeship with one of them.

Youd do that? Why? Louise paused.

Loh shrugged.

Because misery loves company? Louise giggled.

I was going to say because I love your ass, Loh eyed her bottom pointedly.

Louise stared at the drows lithe body. She took off her clothes and walked over to the bed, I cant promise Ill be a good partner, but Ill try if youll have me.

Are you sure?

No? But, fuck it, tonight is the end of my old life. Id rather end it with a bang.

Loh did not need another word. She grabbed Louise, spun her around and pushed her onto the bed.

A little slower maybe? Louise squeaked.

No can do, she grinned.

Loh was too pent up to slow down. She spread Louises legs wide open and lowered her face in between, Just relax.

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