Some breakfast, and you head out.

The morning comes and you find yourself once again alone. A little note is all that is left of your chance encounter last night. “I had fun, hope we meet again. I left you 50 silver.” It is then signed with a flourish, Lastasia.

“Well fuck.” You say quietly and grab your pouch, finding in fact exactly 50 little coins. Still sticky from last night, you quickly realize that all you really need is a shower. Gathering up the key and the only sorta clean blanket you can for a towel, you make your way across the hall. This time, it is occupied, and you are **** to wait a bit before a lumbering man steps out. He looks over your bare chest, and smiles.

“Heh, not the modest type I see.” He says still chuckling.

“Umm, I was just, umm...” You stammer, just then realizing you haven't ever really given much thought to covering your chest, not exactly used to having a need. Not even sure why exactly, possibly in an attempt to cover it up you blurt out, “I could suck your cock.”

He looks you over, obviously trying to figure out if there is some catch, before answering, “Umm, ok.” Taking your hand, he pulls you into the bathroom, and drops his pants. His cock is slowly growing just looking at you, till you are pretty sure it is going to be just over 8 or 9 inches long. Gripping the shaft, you drop to your knees and gulp it down eagerly. He grabs a hold of the side of the wall, places the other hand on your head, and lets out a grunt as your lips hit the base of his shaft. It is amazingly easy to devour his meat, and soon you are bobbing up and down on his cock. Fondling his sack while gulping down his cock, it doesn't really take all that long to coax him to release his seed. A salty little morning snack.

“Thanks I needed that.” You say with a grin, wiping licking every last drop from your fingers as you push him out the door and close it behind him. Taking a few minutes to dump a little deposit, you then hop in the tub and soak your worries away. An hour later you are back in your room, clean, dressed, and ready to go. With a smile, and a sexy little happy bounce in your step, you find out another thing about your magic quiver, it can hold the bow as well. With all your weapons, and few remaining coins, you head down the hall to the main room of the inn. Tossing the key to the same man that was behind the bar last night you call out, “Thanks the room was great, I slept like a log.” He opens his mouth to protest, possibly not recognizing you, but you silence this by tossing him a silver coin. “A tip.” Before he can say anything further, you leave him looking over the coin and key and slip outside.

Looking around the now busier streets, you spot a stand selling fresh fruit and stroll over. “One copper each.” The young girl says holding up an apple. Not having anything smaller you hand her a silver coin. She grins from ear to ear, “Do you want all 10?”

“How about a two plus a small assortment for me to munch on, and something to carry it in.” Handing her a second coin sets her to work and soon you have a small basket full of easily two days worth of food. “Do you know where I can find some traveling supplies? I have quite a ways to walk.”

Still smiling, “Sure my uncle has a general store at the end of the street.” She points to the left and a little ways away you can make out the building she is referring to.

“Thanks.” Strolling down the street you munch on some grapes while till you get to the shop. Not exactly sure what you will need, and not exactly wanting to carry a ton, you decide on a few things you are pretty sure will come in handy. You decide on a backpack, a small length of about 20' of rope, a waterskin, small flask of brandy, loaf of hard bread and 20 pieces of jerky, a soft feeling blanket, a hooded black slick rain cloak, a pair of small sacks that you fold up in case you need them later, 3 metal spikes with hooks for rope, and finally a neat little weapon/tool that is a hammer on one side and an ax on the other. “How much?” You ask dropping it all on the counter.

The rather handsome older man with slightly white streaked black hair and a thin mustache looks it all over before answering, “13 silver.”

“I'll take it.” You say handing him the coin, then knowing all your arrows are magic at last you point at a bundle of arrows, “What about those?”

“A copper each. How many do you want?”

“Forty.” You answer, and hand him the coin. He bundles it all up for you and even helps you to pack it all in the backpack. “Thanks.” You say finally and head out.