Another quest

Across the fountain, there is a bulletin board filled with various notices, petitions, and personal ads. Approaching this board is a very out of place individual. The middle-aged man is dressed in typical farmers garb, the tell-tale overalls and straw hat giving him away. He pulls a work horse behind him, the animal obviously uncomfortable with the hustle and bustle of the city. After calming his steed, he turns to the board and began hammering a paper onto it.

"That seems like a quest if I've ever seen one!" Dukash exclaims, jumping up. "Let's see if we can get it before anyone else!" You feel a bit rejected as the half-orc runs over to the farmer, his erection still very evident in his pants. However, you suppose it is more important to grab quests when they present themselves. Trying your best to ignore the aching in your loins, you get up and follow your companion.

"Hello, my agrarian friend!" Dukash chirps, approaching the farmer. "That wouldn't happen to be a quest you've got there, now would it?" Now that you are closer you can get a better look at him. He looks to be in his 50's, though his work has kept him in great shape. He has short blonde hair and a scruffy beard, giving him a rugged look. His eyes are a dull blue, seeming tired as he turns to face you.

"Guess you could call it that," the man replies, his voice deep and grave. He eyes the two of you, seeming to size you both up. "I've got a witch on me land. Y'all know how to deal with such a demon?"

"Pfft! Witches! Piece of cake!" Dukash lets loose an obviously fake laugh, slapping you on the shoulder. "We were just talking about the time we killed three witches on a dare, weren't we Rosa!"

"Oh, ummmm, yeah, three..." You try your best to fake confidence despite your uncertainty. You have heard ominous stories about witches and their dark powers.

The farmer raises an eyebrow, not exactly buying your story. "Well, I suppose y'all will have to do. I need someone quick before the whore corrupts my land or worse, me daughters." He hands Dukash the flyer he had been trying to hang. "Be at my farm by noon tomorrow. Directions are on the back!" Giving you both one last judgemental look, he turns and begins walking away, horse in tow.

Dukash's eyes quickly scan the scroll, his eyes widening as he does. "SIR! Was there an error at the printers 'cause... well, this says the reward is fifty gold!"

The farmer turns back and you catch his eyes. You now see that they are more than just tired - they are ****. "It is all I have, orc. I cannot afford to lose this harvest. And if anything happened to my little girls..." The old man shudders, pulling his hat down. "I hope it is enough. I have nothing else to offer."

"Oh, no, no, no, it will be fine! Safe travels!!!" Dukash waves the farmer off, taking your hand and dragging you away. "Rosa, can you believe that! FIFTY GOLD!"

"That's amazing Dukash but... are you sure we can kill a witch? I've heard stories..."

"Ah, don't worry about it!" Dukash brushes off your worries, seemingly on cloud nine just imagining the reward. "With your healing, Thror's strength, and my devilish good looks, there's no way we can lose!" While you are not totally convinced, there seems to be no reason to be too skeptical. Forgetting your fears for the time being, you enjoy the walk through the city with your... boyfriend? You are not exactly sure what the two of you are now. However, what you do know is that being fully clothed is such a relief. For the first time in the past two days you feel completely comfortable walking through the seedier side of town. Nobody dares catcall you with Dukash by your side and mage robes on your back. Very content with your sunset walk through the city, you lean against Dukash as you travel back to the inn.

Entering the inn, you see it as busy as ever. You hear a few of the regulars complain about your current state of dress but you ignore them. You plan on heading straight up to your room but the bartender seems to have other ideas.

"Hey, orc!" He calls, making Dukash stop dead in his tracks. "That's the second night in a row your friend has spent the night. That's a two-person room only!"

"Victor, my man, this is just a classic misunderstanding!" Leaning down to your level, he whispers in your ear. "Head up to the room, I'll deal with this guy." Turning back to the old bartender, Dukash claps his hands together. "I'm sure we can get this sorted out!"

While Dukash deals with the old man, you scurry up the stairs, trying your best to ignore the hungry stares of the patrons. Safely on the second floor, you head down the hall and to your room.