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Chapter 30
by aesirnights
"What?"
"Come have a drink, friend."
The haggard figure was still bent over the bar, a depleted bottle of something that looked cheap and strong sitting before him. His voice carried surprisingly well across the empty brothel. "Come have a drink, friend. She says we'll be friends, at least." The man didn't sound overly enthusiastic about the prospect.
Rob turned despite his better judgement and moved across the filthy floor of the brothel, grimacing at the discarded foodstuffs that collected in the corners of places like this when unattended. "You've got a strange way of speaking." He struck up conversationally as he settled into the stool next to the man.
The figure moaned to himself before blindly thrusting an arm towards Rob. "Limey Rhynsin. Barrister before the King's courts and all that." He mumbled before throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling as if it might offer deliverance.
Taking the hand lightly, Rob shook it. His meaty paw engulfed the man's delicate hand entirely. "Are you in some kind of hurt, friend? Men don't typically drink this early in the day unless they're celebrating or regretting."
Limey turned his head toward Rob, peering at him with watery blue eyes. "All I wanted was to execute my client's needs. They'd sent a letter with a number of coins and detailed instructions for my office. We do such things all the time, you see."
Rob held up his hand, pausing the storyteller. "So I don't need to interrupt you later, how about I join you for that drink." He gave his best rakish grin to sell the offer.
The lawyer almost fell off his stool as he reached into the bag beside him, tugging a bottle of dark rum and a glass, setting them before Rob. Even before he'd released them, Rob knew what was in the bottle, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Limey. Holding up a finger towards the ceiling and demonstrating the insight of a man who'd been to court a time or two, Limey built his defense. "I know you're upset. I was too, but it isn't me -hic-. She does that-this, and I'll tell you what I know, I swear!"
Rob tugged the cork from the bottle, smelling the sweet and pungent liquor, so key to his worst moments. "Go on." He rumbled, keeping his eyes on Limey.
Limey's Story
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Midnight Hours
Tales from an Ailing Land
A selection of tales, mostly following an ill-fated elf, but probably some others too, within a fantasy world decaying under the weight of its own sins and decadence. (Prostitution, , , Elves, , Goblins, BDSM, More to be added) This is not a happy tale.
Updated on May 3, 2025
by aesirnights
Created on Apr 8, 2022
by aesirnights
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