Looking for the noble Grifoen family

It had been quite some time since Gavin had left Hyrucia and he missed his home, but the thought of becoming as renowned and well travelled as his late uncle Viktor was what kept him going. And travel had been rough, Gavin had lost his pack containing extra clothes and rations while he was on the ship headed for Arakan. Not because of a storm or pirates, but because his pack hadn’t been properly fastened while he was leaning against the railing. Hence, most of the funds he had scraped together for his travels had been used to buy replacements, meaning that he had to journey the rest of the way to Tharros on foot because he didn’t have the money to pay for a horse. Fortunately however, he still had with him the letters of his uncle Viktor, letters from nobles and merchants that Viktor had befriended. Those he had kept and still kept in a satchel slung over his shoulder, which meant that they at least weren't resting on the bottom of the sea.

One of those letters, written by a member of the Noble House Grifoen, mentioned that Viktor would always be welcome at their home. So surely he would be as well.

And now that Gavin had finally arrived in Tharros, it was time to look for this “Grifoen” noble. The first thing he learned was that, although a noble house, no one by the name of Grifoen lived on “The Hill” where all the other rich and powerful lived. So after asking guardsmen and merchants in other districts about a noble bearing the name Grifoen, or showing them the gryphon sigil that had been pushed into the silvery candle wax, he was informed that one Isabelle Grifoen lived in a mansion that was located in a district called “The Kettle”.

Unfortunately, being new to Tharros Gavin was unaware that The Kettle was Tharros’ pleasure district. So when he confidently marched into the walled district of the city, he was quite surprised at what he saw. There were rows of brothels, bars, inns and simple homes, and sounds of pleasure seemed to come from every one of them. And then there were the people! Men and women wearing very little, or indeed nothing at all, marched up and down the street as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Sometimes, money changed hands and a man or woman was dragged into an alleyway, from which passionate screams would quickly emanate. More often than not, people simply pleasured each other in the streets.

‘Excuse me, sir? Are you looking for a good time?’ A seductive voice suddenly came from Gavin’s right, making the young man realize that he had just been staring at the things going on around him for the last few minutes.

The woman who had propositioned Gavin was nearly as tall as he was, thanks to the four inch heels on a pair of black boots that went up to her knees. Said boots, together with a skimpy black thong that barely covered her plump labia, were the only clothes the woman was wearing. Leaving her large, round breasts completely on display. If you didn’t count the few strings of cum hanging from her stiff little nipples. Gavin tried to answer her, but suddenly realized that his throat felt very dry. And when he noticed the woman’s eyes running over the obvious bulge in his trousers, he panicked and quickly walked further into The Kettle, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. What he didn’t notice, was how disappointed the woman was when he suddenly took off.

Gavin just kept walking for a while, either ignoring the come-ons and catcalls of the women of The Kettle, or not realizing that they were aimed at him. When he finally stopped in his tracks to gather his thoughts, he realized his surroundings had changed somewhat. He was definitely still in The Kettle, as the few people he saw were still dressed in scandalous outfits, but the streets had gotten wider and the houses had gotten larger. In fact, he could probably call them mansions now. And one mansion in particular stood out.

‘This has to be the place.’ Gavin said to himself, as he looked at one of the largest mansions on the street.

In front of a set of massive doors made of dark wood stood two guards, dressed in imposing grey and black armour. Each of them flanked by a marble statue of a fierce looking gryphon. When Gavin approached, both guards immediately stood at attention. And although they didn’t point their spears at him, they made it clear that they weren’t afraid to use the weapons if they had to.

‘Sir, this is private property,’ one of the guards announced. ‘If you are looking for pleasure, I advise you to head south where most of the businesses are.’

‘Actually, I’m looking for Lady Isabelle Grifoen,’ Gavin replied as he held up the old letter that had been sent to his uncle. ‘Is she in?’

‘...who should I say is calling?’ The guard responded, recognizing the seal in the silver wax as well as the handwriting, but obviously still wary.

‘Gavin Lann, nephew of Viktor Lann.’ Gavin answered, and the guard seemed to recognize the name.

‘Wait right here.’ He said, before opening one of the massive wooden doors and slipping inside.

This left Gavin alone with the second guard who turned out to be female, which he only realized when he observed her armour. The first thing he noticed was that it was well crafted and taken care of, the second thing he noticed was how the suit of armour managed to accentuate her impressive chest. She didn’t seem to mind that Gavin was staring at her breasts, however. Instead she seemed to push her chest out a little farther. As a result, Gavin’s eyes lingered on the chestpiece of her armour for a while, and nearly jumped out of his skin when one of the massive wooden doors suddenly opened. The guard returned, and with him was a blonde servant girl in a simple white dress, that was short and tight enough to show plenty of her young, curvy body.

‘Lady Grifoen has asked me to show you to the sitting room.’ she explained, as she signalled for Gavin to follow her.

Gavin was happy to do so, and was surprised when he stepped inside. The outside of the building had been beautiful and quite imposing as well, but he hadn’t quite expected the luxury of the place. Most Hyrucian noblemen didn’t display their wealth, as least not as Lady Grifoen did. There were statues, vases and paintings around him, all looked beautiful and seemed quite valuable. But he didn’t have the time to take it all in, as the servant girl didn’t stop or slow down so that he could gawk at Lady Grifoen’s possessions.

‘Here we are, sir,’ The servant girl announced as she opened a door revealing a large sitting room with comfortable looking furniture. ‘Is there anything you need of me while you wait?’ She asked, her eyes subtly drifting down towards the young man’s crotch.

‘No, I’m fine. Thank you for showing me the way.’ Gavin replied, not realizing what the servant girl was REALLY asking for.

‘Alright, perhaps another time then.’ The blonde said with a warm smile, before leaving Gavin behind...