Finish the ale and then go for a walk

Aaralon sat at the bar and slowly sipped at his ale. Why had he been sent to this place? A quick evaluation of the situation would suggest that he was very much more powerful than anyone else nearby... was that a punishment? Or would this turn out to be one of those slow morality lessons where he would spent the rest of his life wondering just how powerful he could have been if he had finished his training?

There were other issues too. Aaralon was confident that he could have another go at demon summoning if he wanted to. Surely that made no sense? Was the point of this to stop him summoning demons or just make him regret trying to? Why was he allowed to keep his spell book?

What was Sareth up to?

Slowly the ale sipped away as Aaralon allowed himself to mull over these questions. When his tankard was empty, Aaralon stood up, gave the attractive serving wench a nod and made his way back out of the inn.

The air was cool outside. The village seemed already seemed to be ready for the night. It looked like the stables - would he really have to spend the night there - were just nearby, only a few metres from the inn building. It would do no harm to go inspect the stables and determine whether or not he could tolerate sleeping in there or whether he would have to use a little magic to make the night more comfortable. Ideally he wouldn't have to use any magic so soon.

Walking towards the stables, Aaralon looked up and towards the windows of the top floor of the inn. The barmaid's impressive breasts where pressed against the glass of the window overlooking the stables. Her face was turned, her cheek also pressed against the window as well as her hands which were raised above her head. Aaralon wondered whether it was the girl or the portly mage which was the exhibitionist. Although, Aaralon noted, from this angle he couldn't actually currently see Gerald.

This was a good view. She was a very pretty girl and was clearly thoroughly enjoying being fucked from behind. If she wasn't the exhibitionist then the barmaid certainly didn't seem to mind that someone out by the stables might well be watching her squirm against the glass. Perhaps she was confident there would be no one out around the back of the building at this time of night.

Squeak.

It was just on the edge of perception but Aaralon was sure the squeak at come from the stables. It was the sound of a hinge moving - a door opening or closing ever so slightly? Someone standing on a loose floor board? It was probably nothing.