Lie that you're a

With the Elven guard watching, you weigh your options carefully. There's no real reason why the guard should stop you, but seeing a beautiful young woman leading a trio of goblins would no doubt raise a certain amount of suspicion. On the other hand, posing as a **** would fit the status quo and let you slip through unnoticed. But an entirely new set of problems arises when one enters a city where human female slaves are treated as a precious commodity. Those kinds of problems tended to end with words like "No" and "Please, no" and "Oh God, don't stop".

You decide that caution is the better part of valor though and look over at Glaw, hoping he understands what you want from him. The goblin sees your glance and immediately catches on, stepping forward to assume leadership. He roughly grabs you by the arm and leads you forward.

"Slavers. We just be passin' through." He says to the guard, making sure to act the part of the tough, beastly ****-driver without actually hurting you too much. "Need food and drink."

The guard nods, as if expecting such an answer, and says, "Then you may pass. Make sure to keep your weapons sheathed at all times within the city or we will have to arrest you." Before you can leave though, the guard points at you.

"Oh, and you'll need to put your **** in the **** pens."

"**** pens?" Glaw repeated worryingly.

"She is a ****, is she not? Then I would assume you wish to sell her. Such slaves need to be held in pens for inspection and examination. To fail to do so would mean that the city of Elohin would be held responsible for any 'deficiencies' in the merchandise."

You panic. Being sent to the pens would mean they'll find the Stone when they search you, and no doubt confiscate it. If you lose the stone, then everything you've been through will be for nothing and everyone will be slaughtered by the rampaging demon horde. Not a single soul will survive the ordeal.

"'Dis one not for sale. She my personal ****, and she go where I go." Glaw says, locking eyes with the guard to make his point. You feel like kissing the goblin for his quick-thinking.

There is a brief, tense moment as Glaw and the Elf square-off. Then the guard sighs and rolls his eyes, finally conceding.

"Very well, if she must. But I have to request that you bind her wrists as you walk in our fair city. We can't have outside slaves walk around free. It will give the other slaves...ideas."

Glaw nods in acknowledgment, pulling out a length of rope to tie your wrists together. When it is tied to the guard's satisfaction, he steps aside and allows you into the city.

"...why am I always stuck with the difficult ones..." You hear the guard mutter as you walk past the gates of Elohin.

The streets of Elohin are lined with bleached cobblestones, perfectly cut into hexagons and inlaid into a visually stunning pattern that stretches as far as you can see, branching off into the various districts. There are people literally everywhere and it's all so overwhelming for you, a country girl that's never seen the big cities, but Glaw seems to know exactly where he's going, threading through the crowd with ease.

Shuffling behind your three goblin friends, your feet finally take you to what looks like the market district. You see merchants hawking their wares, peddling cheap jewelry and overpriced clothes. Glaw makes a beeline for a fat, elven merchant selling bread, dried fruit, and various preserved foods. He immediately starts pointing out different pieces, arguing with the merchant about price.

You stand around idly, letting Glaw do all the haggling, when all of a sudden you feel an arm drape itself across your waist and caress your navel. You whirl around and come face-to-face with an elf. Or at least you think its an elf. He has the trademark pointed ears, but his shoulders are too broad and his body too muscular to be an elf. A half-elf, maybe?

Twin scars etch along the side of his face from forehead to chin, but he is a handsome man and the marks do nothing to detract from his looks. His hair is sandy-brown and close-cropped, his skin a lustrous olive color, and his eyes glitter green as they gaze into yours.

"I've heard that you can find salvation in the Elven city of Elohin, but I never thought an angel would be the one to lead me there." He says, grinning from ear to ear.

His lavish praise makes you blush, as cheesy as the line is. Being around three goblins, whose general idea of affection is to hump your leg, has left you rather wanting in the romantic department and any attention would help. The fact that this person is incredibly attractive makes you weak in the knees.

"You can call me Scars." said the half-elf, boldly kissing you on the cheek. "I don't think I need to explain why."

The spot where Scars kissed you burns pleasantly, a warm sensation across your face, and you find yourself giggling uncontrollably. "But just who are you, Scars?" you ask, playing to his game.

"Well, if you really want to know..." Scars looks around conspiratorially, as if he's going to reveal a dark secret, "I'm an adventurer! With my traveling companions, we fight villains and seek fame!"

"Ohh, how exciting." You exclaim, while thinking back to the events over the past few weeks and how you probably have had enough adventure for a lifetime already, "Tell me more."

"We all met in a tavern, you see. I was getting drunk at the bar when a young man came up to me and asked if I was looking for glory and adventure. How could I say no?" Scars laughs merrily, "So now, me and my ragtag group of misfits scour the land, righting wrongs, rescuing damsels, and toppling evil empires!"

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh." You say, mildly disappointed.

"All lies...Well, everything except the part about getting drunk at the bar. But enough about me, milady, I come to you with a purpose. I have a deal that might interest you greatly. Are you willing to listen?"