Go to town

You were expecting some resistance once you got to the guarded gate into the town, but the two men on duty only stop your party long enough to get a decent look at each of you before they wave you all along. The road past the gate is long and straight, ending far up ahead at a large stone building with a clock tower rising out of it. Even from so far away, you can see that the face of the clock only has eight marks on it, as opposed to the sixty minutes and twelve hours you’re used to. It also doesn’t have hands, opting instead for a large sun icon resting just past the mark at what would be the twelve o’clock position. There are plenty of people walking the streets at this hour, and with you so distracted by the clock you almost get separated from Blythe and Lia. Luckily, your elf friend grabs hold of your hand and politely encourages you to stay focused.

“We should find an inn and rest for a time,” says Blythe as the three of you continue walking down the street.

“I’m with you there,” says Lia, looking back at you and Blythe. She’s taken the lead in pushing through the crowds of people, suddenly very much in her element as someone raised on the streets.

“I thought you’d be more focused on getting through this as soon as possible,” you say. Lia’s treasure horde back in Evris isn’t getting any younger as you work through these trials. It’s only been a day, at most — it’s hard to tell having just come out of a dark maze where time was pretty much meaningless — but someone could find it at any moment. Hell, maybe people already knew about it and have been waiting for a chance like this, you think. I don’t actually know that much about Lia’s street cred. She could have more enemies than I do, for all I know.

“I am,” she says, slipping between two people standing in line at a food stall. “But I’m also beat. And you don’t look so hot either, after… you know… you-know-what happened.” Despite getting flustered, she forces the words out before storming ahead down the street. You and Blythe follow after her, and soon you’re all standing in front of a two-story wooden building that sits behind a bakery off the main road. A wooden sign hangs from a pole over the door, announcing the place as the Bunnykin Inn. Inside, you see half a dozen table sets spread around the main room, with a reception desk at the back. There are a couple groups of people sitting at the tables, eating food brought to them by bunnykin women wearing French maid outfits. At the back, sitting behind the reception desk, is an absolute bombshell of a woman. Topping her head are the tall bunny ears announcing her status as a bunnykin. Wavy locks of sandy blonde hair flow down from her head to spill over her enormous endowments. Her skin is fair, and her deep blue eyes are large and inviting. Her aforementioned rack is huge, straining the buttons of her rosy, form-fitting shirt near to bursting. As you approach with your party, her full red lips curl into a practiced smile.

“Welcome to Bunnykin Inn,” she says. Her rich voice sends a tingle through your loins. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit today?”

“We need a place to stay while we’re in town,” you say. Her eyes look you down and up, and you could swear you see her smile sour a bit. You try not to let it hurt your pride.

“A room will cost you ten drachmas a night,” she says. “How long will you be staying with us?” Propping her elbow on the desk, she rests her chin in her hand. Meanwhile, her free hand grabs a quill pen and dips it into an ink bottle, preparing to write you into the registry she has laying in front of her.

“I don’t know exactly,” you say. “We’ll just have to pay as we go, I guess.” Lia all but punches you in the shoulder. You quickly glance her way, but she’s just staring at you intensely. You get the idea. “We’ll need three rooms, not just one.” The bunnykin receptionist looks back and forth between you and Lia a couple times, before the corners of her eyes perk up to smile with the rest of her face for the first time since you walked in. “So that’ll be thirty dr— wait, drachmas?”

The bunnykin tilts her head to the side, her ears flopping over comically. “Of course. You do have legal currency on you, I hope?” You go to fish out a coin from your coin pouch, but Blythe beats you to it. The elf holds out an imperial gold coin for the receptionist to examine, and she sets down her quill and takes it with a frown. After a momentary glance at both faces of the coin, she holds it out for Blythe to take back, though she does hesitate to let it go for a second when Blythe grabs it. “Your coin is no good here, I’m afraid,” she says, releasing the coin. “You won’t find any place in town willing to deal in anything but drachmas.”

This isn’t good, you think. It’s like my Day One all over again. I’d prefer not to sell the clothes off my back this time, but what else can we do? You give the receptionist an uneasy smile and nod before ushering your companions over into a deserted corner of the room. “Looks like staying at an inn is out of the question,” you say. Neither of the ladies look happy about this outcome, but neither of them fights it either. “We’ll have to camp out in the plains. There are still rations left, and I’m sure there’ll be game to hunt out there. We only have two tents, so one of us will have to share.”

“Oh my.” You turn to see the busty receptionist standing right next to you, leaning in with her ears standing at attention. Her sudden appearance startles you, causing you to jump and take a step back. Her eyes turn to watch your reaction, and a snicker escapes her lips. Once you recover, you notice the rest of her that was hidden behind the desk before. She’s wearing navy blue bottoms that remind you of yoga pants with the way they hug her thick thighs and round ass. A blonde puff ball of a tail pokes out just above said ass, lifting up the bottom of her shirt and putting even more strain on the poor garment than you realized before. Her feet are covered in tanned leather boots that are covered in decorative stamped patterns. Paying no mind to your ogling, she continues speaking. “You know, I couldn’t bear it if he made you lovely ladies rough it in the wilderness. Tell you what, why don’t you both work here? I’ll pay you each two drachmas an hour, which would be more than enough to cover the room costs. You wouldn’t have to worry about meals, either. I’m very good to my girls here; I give them a meal a day on the house, and an employee discount on the rest. Sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it?”