Breaking into Armando's store.

It was late at night when Aram walked over the cobblestone streets of the Kettle, iron street lights were placed strategically along the road, and gave off a soft red glow that still seemed unnatural to him.

Next to him walked Leona, the statuesque redhead had swapped her armor for some of Aram's clothes, and even though she was slightly shorter than the young smith, the tunic she had borrowed still looked to small, mostly because her massive breasts almost seemed to burst out of the white tunic. Her simple tan trousers were held up with a belt, and she still wore the boots she had worn with her armor.

Leona had decided to freshen up somewhat after Aram's final cumshot which was, as promised, a long one. It had filled up her ass completely, strings of spunk seeping past her cinnamon ring and when he pulled out a few strings of his thick cum smacked against the warrioress' lower back and shapely, firm rear.

After their steamy sex session was over, Leona excused herself and got cleaned up, while Brom smiled knowingly at his young apprentice, and shared a drink with him before Leona returned. She had then asked to borrow some clothes, and took Aram upstairs. And after some passionate kissing and heavy petting, they both got dressed. The redhead had decided to leave her armor and new Vorpal sword at Brom's workplace, so she would look inconspicuous.

Now she held Aram's arm possessively as they walked, her hair was undone and she had combed it in such a way that it covered her eye-patch, so no one would notice that she only had one eye. But even though she didn't look quite as imposing as she did before, she still managed to send any whore that approached Aram or her away with a single stare.

“So...Where are we going?” Aram asked eventually, groaning softly because of the redheads huge tits pressing against his side and arm.

“What? You're not enjoying this moonlit walk through the Kettle with little old me?” Leona said sweetly, while her emerald eye sparkled naughtily.

Aram chuckled nervously, as he wasn't sure if the athletic woman was being serious or not. But he was still curious, as he never been to this part of the Kettle before, there were far more whores walking up and down the street, and bars and brothels that seemed to be in a far better condition than those near Brom's workplace. And Armando Scarpeti's workplace was in the Sellsword District, while they seemed to be moving towards the Merchant Quarters.

“We're taking a little detour, sweetie.” Leona explained. “The parts of the Sellsword District close to Kettle can be dangerous at night.”

“Right.” Aram mumbled in response to the redhead's explanation, but in truth he had only half-listened because he was too busy staring at her expansive chest.

“Enjoying the view, handsome?” Leona purred, as one of her hands slid over the pronounced bulge in the smith's apprentice's pants.

“S-sorry.” Aram groaned, and he looked in front of him again. Leona just giggled, but continued stroking the young man's massive member through his pants.

They had now entered the Sellsword District, a place where you could hire mercenaries, bounty hunters, bodyguards, bouncers and even assassins. The buildings that lined the streets consisted off bases for mercenary companies, bars, places were you could hire bouncers and bodyguards and of course smithies.

The more impressive landmarks were probably a tower made from black stone and black wood where, according to some rumors, assassins could be hired. Another popular landmark was the Ice House, a wide mead hall made from wood. The reason it was called the Ice House was because most of the members of the mercenary group that it housed were from the cold lands of Heimarike, Skerland and Reidenland. The members of the Ice House were renowned for always completing a contract, no matter what.

Unfortunately none of those buildings were of any interest to Aram and Leona, instead the redhead led him to a wide two-story building made from dark gray stone. A wooden sign in the shape of an anvil read 'Scarpeti's Spectacular Smithy', but it looked like it was closed. But Leona surprised Aram by taking a lockpick from her pockets, which she must have fetched from her armour before they left Brom's smithy, and after a few moments of fiddling with the lock, a soft click could be heard, and the redhead slowly pushed the door open.

“How did you do that?” Aram asked surprised.

“I am a woman of many talents.” Leona said with an impish smile, then she pressed a finger to her full lips and Aram could hear the ringing of a hammer hitting steel. Someone was still in the workplace...

While both of them sneaked into Armando's store -well Leona sneaked, Aram just tried not to stamp his feet too loudly- they were greeted with the sight of mannequins wearing various kinds of armors, from leather armor to chainmail shirts to plate mail. Swords, spears, axes and maces hung on the wall or were placed on the counter, and in some cases were placed in a display case.

“Alright, this is what we will do...” Leona whispered. “I will look upstairs, maybe Armando stored the rune stamps there, to keep them away from his apprentices. You look here, and we will check the workplace after whoever is working there has left.” Leona explained, and as soon as Aram nodded his head to show that he understood the plan, the redhead had disappeared.

Aram first looked behind the counter, but aside from a locked strongbox and a lot of dust, there wasn't much to find. Then he observed some of the work displayed in the store, the blades of the swords and daggers had been stamped with Armando's seal. All were great pieces of work, but there were small differences in each blade, which probably meant that they were not works from Armando himself.

“Who are you!?” a female voice asked, no, demanded of Aram. Dropping a helmet he had just pulled from a mannequin in shock on his foot, Aram grunted in pain before turning around.

A tall woman, not quite as tall as Leona though, stood a few feet away from Aram clutching a half-finished sword in both hands. Her straw-blonde hair was about shoulder length, and was tied at the nape of her neck, giving Aram an excellent view of her beautiful face. The blonde beauty looked out of place in the smithy, with her high, thin and prominent cheekbones, a slender jawline and lucious perfect plump lips she looked more in place as a noble's trusted servant or as a model for paintings.

Her narrow, steel blue eyes ran over Aram, and he decided to observe her as well.
She was wearing a tunic that left her arms free, which were discreetly muscled, and a leather apron was stretched over a pair of tits that could rival those of Leona. Her waist was slender, and her hips broad and her legs long.

“Er...I'm Aram.” Aram said awkwardly, as he picked up the helm and placed it back on the mannequin.

“Nice to meet you Aram, people call me Gia.” the blonde said dryly, but she lowered the sword. “Now why are you here?”

“My master's rune stamps were stolen by Mister Scarpeti.” Aram said honestly, and he was sure that the blonde would be angry, and throw him out of the store for accusing her master.

Instead she dropped the sword and made an annoyed, very unlady-like noise as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I wondered how that slimy bastard got his hands on rare dwarven rune stamps...”

“You know where they are then?” Aram asked, hopeful.

“I know where some of them are.” Gia said with a wry smile. “But before I show you, I would like to ask a favor from you.”

“Of course.” Aram said as he nodded his head, already happy that the woman hadn't kicked him out yet.

“Working with Armando is...” Gia didn't finish her sentence, but from the way in which she gritted her teeth and the way she scowled it seemed that it was not a pleasant experience. “So could I work with your master?” she asked Aram, raising a severely arched eyebrow.

“Working for my master won't be all that fun either.” Aram admitted, and Gia sighed sadly. He then remembered the job offer from Leona. “I got another job offer though, and if you show me some of your work, I'm sure you get a job too.”

Gia smiled, and showed him some of the weapons and pieces of armor she had worked on. Aram recognized the flowing lines in some of the blades from the Vorpal sword he had fixed, but all of them were excellent pieces. After that, they examined some more work, and discussed some of the mistakes Armando's other apprentices made. Gia then led Aram towards the back of the store, towards the workplace.

[Contains notes for Spectral and gunde.]