Thread: Her Exodus (meomeo & Vertigo)

It took a certain amount of self control not to push Clarie up against the wall and more fully explore her body once she disrobed. Aurelius had a hint of how appropriately firm and supple the young mage was, though he had not had this good a look until now. He failed to even provocatively whistle at the young woman as she removed her bulky Academy robe. The display of flesh beneath her knees, the smooth turn of her calves beneath her breeches, was itself exciting. The warrior for hire cast a glance at the blushing stable boy. There were three primary differences between the two of them when it claim to Clarie Aurelius was controlled enough not to blush, the stableboy didn't have a clue what he'd do with the journeying Mage if he got the opportunity and Aurelius had a plan on how to get where he wanted with her. That'll keep them off guard, Clarie. Aurelius gave a decisively approving nod to the woman before exiting the stables and entering the rowdy tavern. Once you got inside it made perfect sense why the Sandy River Gang would spend their time in this tavern. It was utter chaos . Along the bar, in this order, there was a bet between three men over who could spew most offensive invective, a woman clearly stroking a man's member beneath his pants, four teenage farm hands drinking and betting over arm wrestling, one man gleefully choking the life out of another. The rest of the bottom floor was in a similar state of disarray. Tables had mismatched legs, chairs were poorly assembled, the smell of the hay on the floor was equal parts bitter, stale and moldy. Nobody would even notice an outlaw gang in a place like this when there were so many other competing vices to drink in. Aurelius slipped his arm around Clarie's torso, fingers only lightly touching her, though he gave the impression of leaning on her. His face reddened as he held his air in, then took several quick breaths. In a few moments he had gone from looking stone sober to that of a man with a solid buzz on. C'mon, Clarie, follow my lead. They zigzagged through the disorder, carefully avoiding getting embroiled in any of it. Though they travelled seemingly at random it was clear there was and end goal in mind, particularly after Aurelius grabbed two pitchers of beer from a bar wench and paid her for more drinks for the table they were now zeroing in on. Four men sat there already, with two empty chairs opposite each other. Aurelius motioned for Clarie to sit in one them while he thudded down on the other unexpectedly, sloshing some of his beer onto his wrist. Ho there, fellows! He said, just as the bar wench returned with four more pitchers. I'm Oran and this is the girly. No name for her, of course. Who might you fellas be? The men introduced themselves. There was a ginger bearded man, Kalvin a weasely looking man, Drummond a callow youth, Uri a muscular man given a bit to fat, Dorin. Clarie found herself square between Kalvin and Dorin, while Aurelius was between Uri and Drummond. Why, what's a fancy looking lass with a big ol' stick like that doin' at a place like this? Kalvin, apparently the most talkative, asked Clarie. Aurelius cut in quickly here, Oh, a little of this and that and th' other. Why, we were wondering what we might do for a little work. Somehow, in the ensuing discussion, Kalvin's hand found itself on Clarie's leg, idly moving in circles that held an apex at the inside of her thigh before moving out to the top of her leg. In the meantime, their drinks kept on getting refilled and they all were getting more and more red in the face. Tell us about yourself, lass, Dorin said, turning to Clarie at one point.