Gets himself a room, and then ponders on what to do

Dareios strolled through the streets of Tharros, passing past street-vendors and business-stalls, bypassing a few characters that had drunk too much ****, and made sure to look at each and every pretty girl that appeared before him.

One woman in particular, a young blonde dressed in nothing more than a thin white dress and sandals, with her pair of ripe, firm and oh so enticingly large breasts threatening (or rather, promising) to tear loose from the low-cut confines of her dress at any second, got Dareios' blood flowing.

In fact, he had to brace himself from throwing himself over her as she strode past him, her icy blue eyes giving him a promising look.

This alone caused Dareios' cock to rise to full arousal, the thick rod of flesh causing a large bulge to form at the front of his red cloak.

Spotting the massive bulge of Dareios' cock beneath his garment, the young woman giggled heartily, uttered a husky "Oh my..." and then disappeared down the street.

Watching the woman's firm ass wiggle as she walked, Dareios grinned and shook his head, carrying on down the street.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the way in which people stared at the bulk at his front, Dareios quickly steered his way to an inn that one of the merchants at the gate had recommended to him; "Right side of the wall", more commonly known as simply "The Wall".

Apparently, the inn had gotten its name since it was in fact just on what had been the right side of the wall, lying back to back as it did to the wall that separated the Kettle from the rest of Tharros. For a man with Dareios' needs, the inn's location suited him perfectly.

Stepping inside the establishment, Dareios found himself standing in a large serving-room, filled to the brim with people in various states of intoxication, with some busty young service wenches going from one table to the next.

"Can I help you?" A burly man in his forties, who had been standing not far from the door when Dareios had entered, asked him. The man's general stance and the dirty apron that he wore gave the impression that he was the person running "The Wall", and he was now waiting for Dareios' reply.

"I'm looking for a room."

"A room, eh? New in town?" The man grinned at Dareios, the way any businessman does when he finds himself standing face-to-face with a gullible country-boy.

"First night, been here barely an hour. A gentleman with one eye and a widely uncoordinated limp told me that if you were to charge more than 5 coins of silver per night, I was to call you a greedy swine with no sense of honesty or even a single shred of shame in your entire body."

At first, the bar-owner remained silent, but then broke out in a roar of laughter, actually wiping tears out of his eyes as his protruding belly shook with each heavy laugh.

"Blimey, my boy! Sounds like you ran into my ex-wife!"

"I doubt it, sir. How much for a room?"

"5 pieces of silver for each night, like the man said. It's nothing extra at that rate, but there's a bed and you can come and go as you please."

The barman, who had turned out to be named Galvin, was right about the room, Dareios thought as he entered it.

The room consisted of little more than a bed and a small table that stood by a small window which offered you a view of the Kettle, and you could hear the patrons through the floor-planks. At least the bed was clean.

After dumping his belongings on the bed and slinging his long sword over his back, Dareios exited the room, and descended down the stairs.

Dressed in his cloak and his sandals, with a thin belt around his naked waist to which a purse containing some coins was attached, Dareios was ready to find out what Tharros had to offer.

He could stay at the Wall for a while, maybe see if anyone approached him or if he found someone worth approaching, or he could always visit the Kettle.

To put it bluntly, Dareios had little idea of what to do in Tharros, save that he was going to fuck as many women as he could possibly manage to.

Right now, he was hoping to get another glance at the busty blonde which had past by him in the street earlier.