Ask The Shopkeeper Where The Elf-Maiden Went

The image of the beautiful elf-maiden naked and being spanked and fondled, makes you wonder where she went. You ask the shopkeeper if he remembers what direction she went in when she left.

The shopkeep rubs his face, trying to think. “Oh, uh...I don’t know if I...uhhhh...hmmmmm...”

You tap the counter impatiently.

“Oh! Now I remember, she ran off right out the door, straight into the woods. She was still naked as you please, even after buying back her gear. She used some extra coin she’d earned to buy some warding powder, too. I guess she thought you were a wizard or summat, with how well you snatched her. Maybe she hopes that powder will stop any spells, if she puts it in a circle around her.” He scratches his head. “Never had no use for it, m’self. And she’ll run out soon enough. She was tryin’ ta get out the door so fast, I heard the bag catch and rip a bit.”

You lean forward eagerly. “What do you mean rip?”

“The elf-girl didn’t notice, but the little satchel of powder grazed a nail on the door. Saw the nail rip a bit into the bag. Those little crystals start spilling out...not heavy spills, mind ya, but enough that she’ll be sore about it when she notices it. I woulda said something, but she was off in a blink.” The shopkeeper stroked his chin, remembering. “Last I saw of her, that firm ass was jiggling as she ran for the trees. Sobbing, she was, clutching her clothes to her heaving bosom. Lovely sight.” The shopkeep smiled in a nostalgic reverie.

You take in everything he said. Warding powder, eh? And the bag is ripped? A plan starts to form in your mind.

While you’re still in the shop, you suddenly decide to buy a few odds and ends: A woman’s burgundy hooded traveling cloak (roughly the measurements of the elf maiden). A thief’s face bandanna. A freshly bleached white rope of elvish make. Two enchanted bolo’s. Two newly made white silk rags. A smokey, dark bottle of chlorificum. A long strap of shiny, black leather.

The lot barely made a dent in the elf-girl’s stolen purse. It was satisfying to purchase the means to reclaim her with her own stolen coin.

You expect the shopkeeper to raise an eyebrow at your wares. But he’s the very soul of innocence, and doesn’t bat an eye as he rings up your items, barely noticing your purchases. His merry face casts a drunken faraway look, as he daydreams about the nubile elf-maiden.

Soon, you are packing away your surprisingly light new wares, exit the shop, and stalk off in the direction of the woods. Once at the edge of the treeline, you look down for a few moments, scanning the grass. It takes a minute, but you catch a glimpse of a white sprinkle of warding powder. You smile.

Walking a few paces into the tree line, you see a few more crystals of white powder. Even in the setting sun, the trail is faint, but still visible to someone who knows to look for it.

You break into a brisk jog as you follow the faint, white lines. You’ll be mine again, you little minx. Soon, very soon.