Her mistress awaits with a proposition...

The light that shines through the door is brighter than Garin had expected. Ilana leads him into her small house only to enter the last sort of place Garin had expected. While the outside looks like the normal squalid peasant’s cottage Garin often frequented, the inside is completely different. Garin finds himself in an opulent hall, fine tapestries hung on fine oak-paneled walls you would find in the richest of nobles’ manor houses, with doors that lead off to either side and a great staircase that leads up to an upper floor at the far end. The room is lit by a fine chandelier in the middle of the room and by lanterns along the wall. Garin cannot believe that such a place can exist in the small house he had just entered, and yet here he is. In the middle of the hall is a pile of cushions on which reclines a red-haired woman with bright emerald eyes and dressed in a loose-fitting green silken gown. She has a rather imperious look, a Roman nose, and shapely body, and large breasts that seem to want to jump out of the gown’s top, they are so pert.

“Ah, I see my servant has finally brought you to me,” she says in a deep, husky voice, “I am glad you have finally arrived. Please, take a seat, Garin.” She gestures towards a comfortable looking armchair that Garin is sure was not there before. “I’m sure you are rather worried about the situation you are in but do not be concerned, I will not bite,” she smiles as she says this, her face taking on a mischievous look, “in fact, I’m sure you may find what I am proposing to your liking.”

Never one to be daunted by bizarre events, and not wanting to show any fear to this strange woman, Garin seats himself down and finds that yes, the chair is comfortable, very comfortable. Ilana brings over a tray with a jug of ale and a mug on it, and promptly pours him a drink as if she was still in the tavern. “I sent Ilana to get you, Garin, for I have a duty for you to perform. My name is Aria,” Aria gestures to herself as she speaks, “and as you can see, I’m not your normal sort of person,” she says, waving around the room, “and I have many strange interests, especially in my servants. You see, I’m a sorceress of no small power, and the power I wield has granted me eternal life.” Garin almost coughs up the ale he was drinking as he hears this and stares at the imperious-looking woman before him, who he had at first assumed to be in her mid-thirties but now wasn’t so sure.

“With this eternal life has given me a…different perspective on life. I am able to see the passing of generations without the worries of old age creeping up on me, set plans into motion that will not come into effect until your grandchild is an old man, and wait for time to bring me what I want while the rest of you fight against it.”

Garin listens to this in awe, before downing his mug in one swift gulp. He looks over to Ilana, who is stood a few feet away looking down at the floor meekly before asking the question he is dreading the answer to. “This is interesting, but why are you telling me this? What is it you want from me?” Aria looks at him, her long thin face and intense emerald eyes boring into him. “I am currently trying to breed humans with favorable characteristics,” she tells him matter-of-factly, “partly to create servants that meet my requirements, partly because I wish to improve the human race along lines I deem they need improving, and finally because I’m bored.”

Aria gets up at this point and walks over to Ilana and runs a finger down her cheek, “I have been breeding my servants with one another, but I feel I need the blood of someone of noble descent and who has many of the characteristics I need for their children. I have looked long for it but I believe I have now found it, and now it is here.” She turns and fixes Garin yet again with her emerald eyes, “Your blood.”

Garin instinctively reaches for his sword as she says this. “What do you intend, witch?” he asks warily, thinking about the problem he’s gotten into now. “What do I intend?” Aria asks almost incredulously, “Why, I intend for you to do what you came here originally to do, fuck Ilana! Make her squeal with delight as you ram her hard and fill her with your seed. I want you to leave her bloated with your child! I will even pay YOU to do it!”

Garin froze in shock at her words, his hand still on his sword, while Ilana smiled weakly, still staring at the floor. “Well?” asks Aria, “What do you say?”