Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

He smiled as Amelia told him she had gold - though the real reason for his smile was more to do with the fact he could tell that the drug he'd slipped into the bottle on their way up the stairs was having an effect on the slightly built girl. He nodded as if he was agreeing with her, standing as she appeared to look for somewhere to sit down, the tankard slipping from from her hand as she succumbed to the fast acting drug. His stick was forgotten and his limp gone as he caught her in one strong arm before she hit the floor, the tankard taken from her limp grasp and placed on the table. Checking her breathing, he smiled clinically - the drug had worked well, she was breathing but slowly and shallowly, she would be asleep long enough for him to do what he needed to secure her. He took off her plush red cloak and put it at the foot of his bed, her short stature leaving plenty room as he placed her head on the pillow and laid her out on the plump matress. He worked quickly, taking the leather straps from his pocket and bound her wrists to the bed posts, but found he couldn't do the same with her legs as she was too short, so he had to make do with simply binding her ankles together for the moment. He took a measured look at her petite form on the bed, her thick blonde tresses spilled out over the white pillow and over her shoulders. He estimated she was under five feet tall and less than He took off her shoes and put them neatly at the foot of the bed and took another strip of cloth from his pocket and blindfolded her. He quickly searched her clothing for any concealed weapons or other items though the only thing of note was a small package in her bag that he assumed must be some kind of powder bomb. He ran his hands over her body, firstly from her shoulders down her sides, noting the ribbing of a boned corset that ended just above her slim waist, then back up her stomach, over her well rounded boosm - he refrained from lingering there with an effort of will - and round under her body, finding no concealed weapons there. He pulled up her skirt and was more than a little shocked to find she had no underclothes on besides the white corset she wore to conceal her breasts - the join of her shapely thighs was bare, exposing her modesty to him, much to his discomfort... He felt a stirring in his loins and he quickly dropped the hem of her dress and looked away, busying his mind with thoughts of how he would likely get a confession from her... Although that - for some reason - was not entirely successful at removing the image of her smooth, porecelain skin from his mind's eye. He turned his attention to the small package he had discovered in her bag. His examination of the package was interrupted by a small moan that escaped from the girls lips. He stood by the bed and watched as she slowly recovered from the effects of his drug, content to let her wake naturally. Well, well, well... it would appear the rumours were true, there is a witch in this backwater after all. Who else would be trying to buy such herbs? His voice was stern but low, not wanting it to carry beyond the walls of his room, lest he be incorrect in his accusation and his cover be blown.