Leck, the smith.

Sash looked around the room, dark brown eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she studied the bar rooms occupants, her eyes came to a momentary halt when she spotted Stun-jay and his son drinking at their table, both of them gazing at a buxom red haired barmaid with near-identical expressions of desire That could be fun part of her whispered wickedly Imagine being with them both, a father and son at the same time

But even as Sash took a step towards the two human men a burst of shouts and cheering from the far side of the room caught her attention, glancing over at the commotion she spied Malkor’s brother Leck, still seated at his table, he was clutching an enormous clay tankard in one hand; the other was clenched around the palm of the black furred Minotaur seated across the table.

Sash watched, open mouthed in fascination as Leck hoisted the massive mug of ale to his face and began drinking; tankard still at his mouth and the muscles bulging in his massive forearm Leck suddenly slammed his opponents hand to the table in a burst of astonishing strength; finally lowering the mug from his face he upended it, revealing it was completely empty and the table again erupted in cheers, oddly enough the loudest came from his opponent, he actually seemed proud to have lost to the massively built Minotaur smith.

Sash unconsciously licked her full lips as she stared at the massively built bull-man, she could feel a stab of desire race through her as she eyeballed the smiths massive arms and broad shoulders, she could feel another ripple of heat as she remembered their encounter at the bathing chamber earlier that day and how she had accidently gripped his massive cock, and just how big it was the wicked thoughts raced through her mind You remember, don’t you Sash? You couldn’t even get your hand all the way around it.

Decision made, Sash began making her way through the crowded room and towards Leck, it proved surprisingly difficult to make much progress as Minotaur were large creatures and many of them, of both genders, seemed to be quite taken with their new tribeswoman and many tugged at her arms as she tried to pass by; imploring to her stay for a drink or some ‘company’ the later statement usually given with a wicked grin or drunken leer.

Sash only laughed softly at the drunken offers, she actually found them to be more flattering than offensive and made her refusals gentle and without rancor. Only once did she stop on her travel, and that was at Viola’s table; the nymph was now in the company of a trio of Minotaur warriors; two of them were tall, bulky males and the last was a slender (for a Minotaur) female with the palest fur Sash had seen yet on any one of the tribe.

Viola’s big, sapphire blue eyes had a somewhat vague, glassy look and when she looked at her owner it took a long moment for any recognition to appear in them. Sash dallied with the quartet for a few minutes, accepting their words of welcome and hoisting a tankard with them to celebrate her acceptance into the tribe. Polite as the Minotaurs were it quickly became clear from the way their eyes kept drifting hungrily back to the drunken nymph that they had other things in mind for the evening than chatting with their new tribe mate. Taking the hint, Sash quickly stood back up and bid the four of them a good evening, she wasn’t sure if any of them actually heard her though and she was no more than a dozen steps from the table when the four rose as one and hurried from the room.

There were no more delays as she continued across the bar room floor and it was only a few moments later that she was standing beside Leck. Even seated as he was now, the massive smith was still over six inches taller than she was and he had enough bulk to his body to make almost four of the huntress, Sash gave him a wide grin as she sat down across from him

“I saw your victory earlier” she told him, gesturing at the black furred bull-man nearby.

“What, young Torb?” Leck snorted softly “He is good and in a few years he might be very good; but he will never beat me” the smith raised one of his arms and flexed it, the muscles visibly bulged and rippled up and down his arm and Sash felt her mouth go dry as she watched him That bicep alone is as thick as my own thigh the thought was an equal mixture of amazement and a burning hunger.