Your party prepares for the long journey ahead.

Day break is almost near and a heavy dew has been painted accross the hilside. Off in the distance the sound of whining horses and there restless hoves shifting on the cold earth.

A older withered man is lieing back against his carriage moaning quietly. A semi toothless grin stretched ear to ear. The smell of cheap whiskey coming off of him in waves.

A pair of icy blue eyes gaze up at him while she works his dirty cock in and out of her mouth. With one hand she cups and plays with his ball and with her other she repositions her long blonde hair behind her ear.

Slurp Slurp Slurp....

The old man starts to twitch as his orgasam is near but she notices the change imeatidly. With her somewhat muscular hands she grips his cock incredbliy harm causing him to call out in pain.

"Ahhh!"

"And you said you promised to take my childern to the next town in the morning? No funny business at all?" Nala says in a no nonsens tone.

Griff the carriage driver just nodded his head up and down. When that wsnt a good enough answer for Nala she gripped even harder down on his rod. "Y..Yes! I promise on me mothers grave! I'll take charge of your childern until I meet up with ye sister. Now enough of this eh....?"

Nala released her hands and plunged her mouth down all the way on the dirty cock. She didnt even gag as she hit the bottom and with her nimble tounge massaged his balls a bit. She repeated this a few more times befor the old guy came down her throat.

"Good then we have a deal.Take my childern at once. Ride like the god are chasing ye."

The fumes from the oils were almost intoxicating. Her hand shook as the memories of builing this place with Olaf washed over you. Now his body just lay in a heap with the bastards that murdered him.

From the second Og spoke about the quest you knew this had to be done. No one could ever find the adventures bodies. This would spell trouble for the people of Ravensreach. They were a closed off suspicious bunch. But after all these years those people started treating you like family. Although she accepted what came next she was neverless sticken with grief but she knew she had too.

Striking the match Mirva set the small trail of oil on fire and it quickly dances into the Inn. Picking up her small bag of equipment consisting of only the bare essentials. And well a small trinket or two of Olafs... A locket he bought her when they first opened up. Also a seemingly regular pair of dice.... Mirva heads off to meet the others. The Inn engulfed in flames as the early morning sun finally peaks out over the horizon.

"Well luv this might be the last time I get to talk to ya like this...Hey maybe next time it will be face to face? Nah your not going to be at the place I end up....The sunrise sure is beautiful darling. I wish I were fancy enough to describe it to you but prettied words were always your strong suite. You know that lass I told you about? Yeah the half elf. Well me and her and some other people are taking on a quest... I know right you'd be bloody laughing at me right now if ya could. But they seem like good people and hey one of em even a wizard... I wont get into the details but basically it a suicide mission... But It's going to save a lot of people. I know you'd be proud of me but it wont even come close to the lives I've taken. But I still have to do it. I know that now."

Tears roll down Ogdahns cheek.

"Ahhh I dnt know what i'm trying to say. I just wanted to say good bye one last time."

Ogdhan puts a boque of flowers at the base of a tomb stone.

"Goodbye Gwen...."