Of course not! RUN!

You shake your head to clear some sense back into it. You can always get a tight piece of ass later. If you get caught, you’ll be lucky to keep your cock in working order after the city watch and the Institute are through with you.

Without a word, you snatch up your backpack and rush past Carly. You hear a confused, wordless cry from behind you as you run. You also hear the sound of falling coins, and curse yourself for not burying your coin purse deeper into your bag earlier. The purse itself is still in your backpack and a few coins remain, scattered over your Institute robes. You cinch it up tight again as you continue to run toward the far end of the alley.

Just as you are about to reach the street again, another of the city watch appears in front of you. He calls at you to stop and be apprehended peacefully, but you hardly hear him. You don’t have time to hesitate and continue running straight for him. He raises the blunt end of his spear at you, meaning to hit you and stop you rather than kill you.

Just as you are about to run by him, your breeches get caught around your knees, and you stumble to one knee. You feel the wind of the spear rush past your ear as the guard strikes at you. He gives a shout of surprise as he overextends and stumbles forward, off balance. Without hesitating, in one smooth motion you regain your feet as you pull up your breeches and hit him full in the face with your backpack.

Being overbalanced already, the strike topples the guard to the street. You don’t look back at him and continue to run.

It only takes a few more steps to get to the street, where you can lose yourself in the crowd. You continue to run a few more blocks, weaving around street stands and passerby as quickly as you can. You take side streets free of people wherever you can to speed your escape.

After a few minutes of sprinting, you slow and decide you must be safe now. Your lungs burn and your feet ache from the poor support offered by the Institute shoes you are still wearing. You duck into another alley to catch your breath and be out of sight for a few minutes.

The guard that you hit with your backpack should be unharmed, since the only hard item inside your soft leather backpack was your dagger, and that was nestled between your other pair of shoes and your Institute robes. Not that it will matter if you do get caught, of course. Striking a member of the city watch and evading capture are serious enough infractions; whether or not you harmed him will be of little difference.

Luckily, you are not far from the Sailor’s Delight. Before you leave the alley again, you decide it would be best to change your appearance, just in case any members of the city watch are still looking for you.

You decide that the look of a sailor would probably be the best disguise, since you are so near the docks now. You pull your necklace out of your bag and place it around your neck, under your shirt. The necklace will also serve as a device on which to cast your spell, allowing the spell to continue its bestowed affects without your own constant thought. Concentrating hard, you imagine the look of one of the dark-skilled sailors from the archipelago empire of Dolfran, famous among men for their skills at sea, trade, and warfare, and famous among women for the enormous cocks their men were rumored to possess.

Your stature increases by a hand span. Your skin darkens to a rich coffee hue. Your average frame broadens about the chest and shoulders, muscles swelling under the skin. You modify your clothes to be sea-worn sailcloth trousers and a loose leather vest, common attire for the Dolfrani who spend most of their lives at sea between islands. As a last touch, you add a wicked looking scar down the left side of your face, tracing from your shaved hairline down to your jaw. Of course, all of this is merely an illusion; you are completely unchanged beneath your veneer. Finally, you lace up your breeches. You had almost forgotten to do that. You don’t want to trip over your own clothes again; this time it would just be embarrassing.

Satisfied, you check your bag to see how much coin you have left. Most of the money spilled out of your purse as you grabbed it up, leaving you only a few silvers and a handful of coppers and wooden pennies. You give a heavy sigh of dismay. Oh well, you’ll just need to be more creative with how you use your money now.

At the thought of your missing money, your mind jumps back to Carly. You had left her sodden in her own juices and completely ready to be viciously fucked, surrounded by your dropped coins in an abandoned alleyway. You hope that the discovery of a cock-hungry whore and all that coin (among them a few gold pieces, it seems) will be enough to convince the guards to let her off with the bribe, if maybe a fuck for good measure. Who knows, with how horny you left her, she might enjoy a good group fucking at the moment. There were four or five of them; that should be enough to sate her.

You step out of the alley and walk the final stretch to the Sailor’s delight. You put on as intimidating an expression as you can muster as you walk along the crowds near the docks, amid those shopping for fish and other wares recently brought in from the ships at harbor.

After a few cross streets, you spot your destination. Over the tavern’s main double doors is a faded sign, old and splintered with hardly any of its original paint still clinging to the wood. If one looks closely enough, they can spot the image of a ship sailing under a crescent moon, with the sky behind it a deep indigo fading to red near the wavy horizon. It is fashioned after an old sailing rhyme, “red sky at morning, sailors take warning; red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” You have no idea what that means, but the name does work well for a tavern you suppose.

As you approach the tavern, you realize that the sun is starting to approach the western horizon of the sea. The tavern is most likely going to be very busy at this hour. As you approach the doors, you see though the yellowed glass lots of movement within. Sounds of merriment and music pour through the door before you’re within several spans of the door. Definitely busy.