Get some sleep

This has been a long day you reflect as you remember how it started in the predawn light watching the goblins leading Tri'lanna in to the village square. There is something about her coloring that makes her seem to glow in the twighlight. As you lay out on the makeshift bed you watch her as she prepares for the night. Her nimble fingers unfasten the staps that held her light sandals to her pretty feet, after she slipped the sandals from her feet she ran her fingers through her platnum hair combing it with her thin fingers.

You suddenly remeber the wooden comb that you carry in your side pouch and after fishing though some odds and ends you find the hand carved comb and pull it from the small pouch. It is a crude hand-carved comb and you hesitate to offer it to Tri'lanna. Surely she is used to far finer grooming tools, on the other hand, even a crude wooden comb would work better than the elf's fingers.

"Tri'lanna" You call her name softly and hold up the comb when she turns to you. Tri'lanna smiles warmly and kneels by your side taking the offered comb from your hand. Still kneeling just inches from where you lay, Tri'lanna runs the come through her her long wavey hair experimentally. The comes teeth easily pull the tangles and clumps of dirt from her hair and soon it glimmers in the starlight. She becomes more beautiful every time you look at her and you are glad that you are only a few days from Elohim. You also remember Old Thomas tell you of the time he visited the elven city and how he spent every ounce of gold he earned in the entire winter in just a week visiting whore house after whore house filled with nothing but buxom elves, each one more eager to please than the one before.

Your tunic bulges uncomfortably as you remember Thomas' tales of his wid exploits. Elves, he assured you were naturally horny and were happy to engage in all sorts of depraved activities with anyone who had the gold to spend. He told you of a great **** market that he could have bought a pretty **** for the money he ended up squandering in the pleasure houses.

With a grunt you roll away from where Tri'lanna sits and pull your blanket up over your body. By all the saints, it was all you could do not to pull the sweet elf maid into your arms and take her again and again all night long making her scream with need in her foriegn words as you empty yourself into her thrashing body.

You sense Tri'lanna is confused by your abruptness as you turn away from her, but it is for her own good. With luck she will be gone in the morning and you will be able to resume your quest. Even as you think the thoughts you know you are hoping that she will be there when you wake and that every day spent with her is a blessing in this otherwise crazy time.

As you lie on the bed of thick branches you feel her lie down and rest gently against your back. The warmth of her body is pleasant, and although your mind is initially filled with lustful thoughts, the day's events overwhealm you and soon you drift into a deep sleep.