A wizard in need is a sad thing indeed (Colt)

Colt took a moment to himself over at the bar. It had been one hell of a night. He’d been chased, slashed, stabbed, and his mind had been turned into a cackling mess by a gods damned goblin. Shaking his head, he took another drink. He had fresh gold in his pocket from the Magnimarian minor nobleman they had rescued, he had free room and board for the night at least, and he was alive.

There was one more thing he needed.

Colt turned back to the room and put on a smile. His first choice, the dwarf beauty Grail, was currently in some sort of an argument with a group of men who looked like local trappers. He could have likely slid into that discussion easily enough, but redirecting the buxom dwarf might prove difficult and she had already made it plain to him that she was going to need to be a long term project.

His second choice was going to be the svelte innkeeper herself… Fuck! Ameiko was standing next to the half-giant, hand on the man’s shoulder as they spoke to each other closely. Shaka looked uncertain, but Colt could read the suggestive stance of the young innkeeper easily. As he watched, Shaka’s expression turned determined, and he stood and followed Ameiko towards the kitchens and ducked under the doorway, closing it behind them.

Colt sighed and went over to the table Shaka had just left, sitting down in the chair next to the fourth member of their little fighting group. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?” Anjella asked, her brooding interrupted.

“The half-giant and the innkeeper,” Colt said. “I’d have thought most women would be, ah, hesitant to engage with a man his size.”

Anjella snorted and smirked. “You don’t know a lot of women then, wizard.”

“I don’t think I can agree with that,” Colt smiled. Anjella was leaning back in her chair, her feet propped up on another and the black vest she wore hanging loose, exposing her tightly muscled abdomen and bound chest. She was, by Colt’s standards, a very attractive woman, just a little rough around the edges for his usual go at things. “In fact,” he continued, “I’m actually quite the Shelyn’s Thumb, if you know what I mean.”

“I assume that’s some poetic way of saying you sleep around a lot?” Anjella asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t say poetic. It’s just a saying in Magnimar for a man who knows his way around a woman,” Colt said.

“Right,” Anjella said, and looked him up and down quickly. “If you try and whammy me here with some magic to seduce me, I’m warning you that I will rip your dick and one of your balls off with my bare hands. I’ll leave you one testicle so that you can’t claim to be a proper eunuch, and to remind you of what you lost.”

Colt swallowed the hard nugget that seemed to have formed in his throat. “I wouldn’t even think of it,” he said.

“Good,” Anjella said, and nodded.

“So… how about I prove-”

“Just stop talking, wizard,” Anjella said.

“Fine, that’s fine,” Colt said, holding up his hands. “I’m not offended.”

Anjella turned with a raised eyebrow, looking him in the eye for the first time in the conversation. Then she burst out laughing and slapped him on the arm.

Ow, he thought, but kept it from his face.

“Good for you, Colt Caudex,” Anjella said. “Just keep your pecker away from me, yeah?”

“Understood, Anjella… I’m sorry, I can’t remember your last name.”

“Doesn’t really matter,” she said, and took a drink. “You should know though, someone’s been watching us since she came in the door.”

“Hmm?” I asked, and looked around

Standing over against one wall of the common room, speaking with a couple of other younger townsfolk, was Colt’s redhead temptress. She had changed from earlier, wearing a new shirt that bared much of her shoulders and light skirts that seemed more suited to the middle of summer than early autumn, and she’d braided her hair and was wearing a little crown of yellow wildflowers. When Colt looked over, she brightened, smiling broadly.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Colt said to Anjella. “I believe there is someone a little more receptive to my good nature and witty charms waiting on me.”

“Good luck,” Anjella said, tipping her tankard in a mock salute.

Colt stood from the table and approached the redhead, who left the other townsfolk and crossed the room, meeting him halfway. “Miss Shayliss,” he smiled, bowing and taking her hand to kiss it.

She tittered and blushed appropriately, putting her other hand to her bountiful chest. “Master Colt, I’m relieved to see you survived.”

“It was naught but some troubles. My part is done, but we may all want to sleep lightly tonight. Who knows what other dangers might be lurking,” Colt said. “Do you perhaps feel secure in your own bed, or would you wish for some entertainment to stave off the dark?”

Shayliss’ smile slid into a smirk, and she stepped forward and took Colt’s arm in hers. “I think, Master Colt, I would very much like to be entertained. Perhaps some dancing?”

“I love to dance,” Colt grinned.

“And then, if I remember correctly,” Shayliss said, leaning in to whisper closer to his ear. “I believe you mentioned a chance at a private magical show?”

Colt nodded slowly. “Yes, I think that can certainly be arranged.”

“Then let’s get the dance floor moving,” Shayliss said, pulling Colt towards the small stage where a lone lutist was currently playing notes for ambiance. “And see where the night takes us?”

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