To find out the answers to these questions you will have to wait. While waiting in the room, something happens...

Waiting is a rather unpleasant process.

All sorts of disturbing thoughts arise in your mind one after another.

These thoughts are like obsessive buzzing flies that irritate and cannot be gotten rid of.

You think: “Well, if Franz is right and I will soon see my elven relatives. But what happens if he is wrong? What if the danger is not over? In this locked room we are very ****... Considering all the dangers that arose throughout the journey, it is difficult for me to believe that now no problems will arise and I will simply be taken in a carriage to the castle of my elven relatives..."

Oolok swears and grumbles irritably.

You see him checking his weapons and supplies in his bag.

At this time, Franz sits calmly on the sofa and relaxes.

You still feel anxious. You walk around the room from side to side.

You hear Franz say, “Jerome, you should calm down and just wait. Don't let Oolok's fears fool you. Believe me, using the services of the manager of this weapons store is the safest way to get to the place where your elven relatives live.”

Oolok snaps back at these words: “Damn! We must always prepare for the worst case scenario! I don't trust these prissy elf shiteaters! Fucking crap! I would prefer not to tell the first residents, who we meet, of this city all the important information! You just did something fucking stupid, Franz!”

Franz asks: “How would you act, half-orc?”

Oolok replies: “I would act much smarter than you! I would first find out from the local residents information about who is the most influential shadow player in this city... Then I would contact the right people and buy information from them, without telling them practically anything other than the name of the elven surname that interests us..."

Franz grins and says: “I see. You wanted to use connections in the city's criminal world... Personally, I think this is a much more dangerous way. However, what you would do is quite expected behavior for... a guy like you..."

Oolok angrily shouts: “Damn! You say: “for a guy like me”...You are fucking asshole! What do you mean, shit-eater?!”

The half-orc mutters curses, swings his fists and approaches the human who is sitting on the couch.

You see that disagreements between your companions can cross the line beyond which words provoke... actions.

A fight between your friends would be highly undesirable right now.

You approach Oolok and hug him.

Only because of this the half-orc stops swinging his fists.

You say in a conciliatory tone: “Guys, please! No need to quarrel now! If we soon have problems with... the way to the castle of my elven relatives, then mutual swearing and fighting will only intensify these problems. Please try to control your emotions!”

Franz nods: “I agree. We should support each other, not fight. Until we reach the castle of your elven relatives, the possibility of dangerous situations will not disappear."

Oolok wants to say something.

From the expression of his frowning face and furious gaze, it is not difficult for you to understand that, most likely, these words will be another stream of dirty invectives.

You hug his muscular torso tighter. You press your body against his.

Your perception is influenced by the sensations of contact with this strong, hot, muscular body. You feel a pleasant warmth, the impulses of which spread throughout your body. You bring your face closer to the half-orc's neck and you kiss his neck, touching the rough greenish skin with your delicate pinkish tongue. You cannot reach Oolok's face - he is much taller than you.

However, you see that... your goal has been achieved.

Instead of continuing to curse, Oolok leans towards you.

You feel his palms squeezing your slender waist.

His wide-cheeked face, covered with rough black stubble, moves closer to your face. Your plump, parted lips touch the half-orc’s lips.

The half-orc's tongue penetrates your mouth. His tongue licks your tongue and touches the inner walls of your mouth, Oolok gently nibbles or sucks your tongue.

Your tongues touch each other, intertwining in various configurations.

A long passionate kiss lasts for a couple of minutes.

Because of this, you feel a growing wave of sexual arousal: your tiny penis begins to move slightly.

Your body is in such close contact with the half-orc's body that... you feel like some kind of "thing" is sticking out of his pants in his groin area.

A very big “thing”...

Out of your peripheral vision you see Franz smiling, watching you.

You think: “He’ll probably be only too happy if Oolok and I do something... more spectacular than kissing...”

As if to confirm your thoughts, you hear the words of Franz: “It is most likely that we will have to wait for the carriages for a long time. Probably about an hour and a half. You clearly have time for fun, guys..."