Thread: Her Exodus (meomeo & Vertigo)

Clarie was no stranger to the so-called tavern scene. She still fondly remembers the heady nights of sneaking out with her girls to the Olden Squire Club, where the precocious young mages would dance with off-duty guardsmen and get hit on by rich trader's kids. But needless to say, the Older Squire Club was a far more upscale establishment... and The Blessed Goat is another beast altogether. The raucous din and uncleanliness made her skin prickle, not to mention the reek that absolutely permeates this place. How do these folks even stand it? Clarie couldn't wait to wrap up this reconnaissance task... and she fought hard to not wrinkle her perky nose. As she weaved through the floor, Claire was reminded of her visit to the Royal Zoo. Half of the population spoke in a dialect unknown to her. Oh look! There's a man eating his meat from a hook where his hand would have been! And on the left, a bald man with a tattoo-ed head! Oh my a wild-eyed lass with her breasts hanging out! But no sooner did Clarie also realize... she was likewise a zoo beast to them. People stared and ogled. No one here shares her smooth skin and silky golden locks. And while the women here are attractive in their own ways, Clarie's delicate, angular beauty was unique in The Blessed Goat, possibly this village as a whole... Clarie was starting to feel real uneasy from all the attention. Please just do whatever you have to do and get out of here Aurelius... oh don't sit down! Clarie's mind descended into confusion as she squished in between Kalvin and Dorin. Aurelius seemed to know the four men... and then he seemed not to. Comebacks and putdowns were traded at a blistering pace. Clarie always prided herself on being a quick-witted, worldly girl but she is resigned to giggling along and nodding here. They were using so many slangs anyways it was difficult to keep up. Things spiraled. The beer here was surprising decent and flowed easy down the throat... and before she knew she was on her second pint. She felt herself flushing up and fanned herself at one point. Aurelius was in the midst of spinning a tale when Clarie looked down and saw the large hand coping, fondling , her thigh. It was so warm in here and she was so engrossed she hadn't noticed it before! Oh the heavens... Clarie hoped her inaction hadn't been taken as an acceptance, or worse, encouragement. She quietly and firmly pushed the hand away and tried to put some distance between herself and Kalvin... but only succeeded in nudging up against Dorin's bulk. And then she realized, with both men being almost a head taller than her sitting down, they could have looked down her bodice whenever they wanted throughout all this time. And she was sporting considerable cleavage with her arms pinned against the men. Embarrassment washed over her... and she really blushed, just in time for Dorin to address her directly. She stole a glance at Aurelius. Silence. Quick, Clarie, quick! Ermm... I am... an apprentice with the village shaman at... the next village. And, yes... just passing through and looking for some work here. There was a lull which made Clarie even more nervous, so she reached out for her beer... only to knock over Kalvin's and spilled the drink all over his lap. Oh. Heavens.