Roger attempts to seduce the food wench. [END]

"Hello there," Roger said to the wench.

"Oh! Hello, sir!" the wench replied, taken aback by his sudden appearance.

"What's your name?" Roger asked with a warm smile.

"Agatha," the young woman answered.

"Nice to meet you Agatha, I'm Roger..." he grinned back.

Agatha smiled politely and they stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. Eventually, Agatha said, "Well, if you'll excuse me, Sir Roger, I have duties to attend to..."

"Well, I... ah... yeah..." Roger stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned aside to let the lady through.

Grimm walked up to him giving Roger a curious look. "Was that what you had in mind?"

"I just assumed my charisma stats would have been high enough to woo her..." Roger said.

"Is that how it works back where you're from?" Grimm wondered aloud as they watched the wench go by.

"I suppose not..." Roger admitted. "But walking up to her and offering a heightened sense of pleasure would seem odd as well..."

"Verily," Grimm agreed. "So, what now?"

"We'll have to find another way into the prison," Roger thought. Then an idea hit him. "Why not commit a crime and be sent in as a prisoner?!" Roger raced after the wench calling out, "Agatha! Agatha!"

Agatha stopped and turned around. "Yes? You needed something?"

"I did," Roger said, catching up to the cart. "This!" He grabbed the barrel on top of the cart and ran away.

"Stop! Thief!" Agatha cried out.

"Stop right there!" Called out a sentry guard that had rapidly responded to the cry. Others joined him, quickly surrounding Roger. Roger put down the barrel and held his hands in the air.

"Alright, you got me, I guess you can take me away to prison now..." Roger said.

"It is a crime to steal for the Grand Wizard!" the guard called out.

"Which is why you're going to take me to prison, I get it," Roger said.

"All crimes against the Grand Wizard are punishable by ****!" the guard finished. All the guardsmen drew their swords. Roger's throat dried up and his skin went pale. He turned and ran. He wasn't fast enough though, as several men tackled him to the ground. A swift swing of the sword relieved his head from his shoulders and left rolling on the floor. Roger was dead.

THE END