"Thanks." Abigail shrugs. "Alone? Not really. I'm not close with anyone, but in my hut I saw people from the village almost every day. Farmers trying to get better crop yields, wives trying to make sure their pregnancies go safely, husbands trying to get rid of the warts on their cock before their wives see them." She chuckles.
I guess I should have expected not to find anything more... Varrin sighed in disappointment. I think that's enough for now. I'll take a short break and then go see how Isabella is doing. He decided as he returned all books to their proper places in the library, then headed to his room.
"Well....I'm an excellent dancer and maybe not the strongest mage, but I'm capable. I've...found ways around it. Don't worry about that." Danielle wasn't proud of herself about having to lie, and didn't go into too much details so she wouldn't be caught on it. She hadn't really planned on sucking another man off, but that was somehow how it ended up. At least she didn't have proper sex with him or anything, but she doubted that made a ton of difference. The arousal had been just too much and she just.... a little surprised at her own inner whore, she tried brushing it off.
Heading back to his room, he finds it empty. Given what happened earlier, Varrin falls to the bed, exhausted, his eyes quickly shutting tight. He wakes after a few ours, the sky outside his window dark.
Matthias takes a brief look out of the window. "Doesn't seem like they're leaving. I think they've taken one of the huts on the other side of the village."
"Heh, it keeps me fed." Abigail shrugs, leaning back to let him wash her hair, incidentally pressing her rear against his crotch. "I had quite a few men who wanted to spend some time with me, and the occasional woman here and there, but no suitors. Few peasants would be able to brave the shunning of their peers to be with a witch for longer than a night."
Well, that was a nice rest... looks like I've been out for a few hours... Varrin's thoughts were interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten anything all day. I hope I did not miss dinner... He got up, made sure he looked presentable, and went looking for something to eat.
"Hmph, sure, I'll think of a few." Ashton nods. He turns slightly to look towards a sound from inside the kitchens, probably the cook preparing the dishes for tonight's dinner, before he turns back rapidly, aiming a downwards cut at his mother's head.
"Ah, right, of course." Samuel nods. "Yes, it makes sense that the dancing that captivated a count and his court could do the same to a mere gangster. Just remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to, not for me. My wife means more to me than my liege's orders." He smiles and kisses her cheek. "Alright, then. I should get back to work. I'll meet with our contacts soon, to give them the information you've acquired. I'll make sure they know just how useful you were."
'Yet they come to you every time there is some malady to fix,' Ard said, 'Such hypocrites.'
"I got a few friends to meet up with soon too." After finishing their conversation, she left the work room and was back out to the main floor. She had done what she needed too technically, but it didn't necessarily mean she could just quit the job yet. They might still even need to go through with the plan of him buying her out of the brothel to work for them instead. She wasn't sure how that was going to go, but she had some time to herself now so, she decided she'd go back to her room and get some proper rest.
Heading down to the kitchens, he finds that dinner has come and gone, but his mother left him a generous portion, and it's still warm.
Ashton looks at the bra with a smirk. "Sorry about your shirt, mother." The young man puts away his training sword. "I'm getting better, though."
