Outskirts

“Say, Aiano, I just thought about it, and it makes no sense. On Earth, I spoke English, but here I can understand Dazar and you. I’m pretty sure the British didn’t colonize this region,” Miri pondered out loud. A while back they had come across a small beaten trail heading off in a North Western direction. Dazar assured her the trail was an offshoot of the trade highway heading to Greenwater or, if someone headed East, toward Winter-bury village.

“That, I do not have a firm answer. Perhaps it's a latent power of mine, or perhaps some God took pity on you. Or maybe Dazar has some sort of device. I’ve found it to be a mystery myself.”

The dwarf interjected, “Oh, no. I spent too long relying on a cleric who could cast comprehend language. If I had some way around looking like an oaf and sitting on my thumb, I bloody would have!”

“Hmm. Well, I’m gonna chalk it up to you Aiano,” Miri jested, her voice high and bright.

“My lady, what brings you to that particular conclusion?”

“Because, Aiano, you’re magic! Everything that’s happened to me since I got here is your fault somehow… So, yea. Deal with it,” She laughed, her voice bright as she teased the pink bracelet.

“Before we get into public, and I risk embarrassing you, Miri, I thought of something more you could do to practice,” Dazar switched topics. The pretty brunette looked toward her mentor, hands pausing in their exploration of a practice lock. She met his eyes, demonstrating active listening and Dazar continued, “I remembered from my wife that there’s such a thing as Kegel exercises. Matilda had me get her something called a Ben Wa? Anyhow, it was these two little balls that were connected by a solid line. She mentioned it helped her keep tight down there,” the dwarf pointed toward his own crotch.

“I’m not sure if it will help you, since you’re tight as a virgin, but you should give it a shot when we get to town,” Dazar followed up with. He looked at Miri expectantly, as if gauging what her response would be. He nodded almost imperceptibly, only detecting a hint of blush on his charge’s pretty face.

“Thank you, Daddy. Where did you get your wife’s?” Miri queried innocently, acting as if they weren’t talking about keeping her pussy tight.

“That’s the thing. I kind of requisitioned it under a pseudonym, then stole it from the local metallurgist. Unfortunately, I didn’t think he had some druid cast a snare trap on his treasure chest. Damn thing caught me and by the time I broke out, the guy had a good look at me,” Dazar scratched his beard, looking away in embarrassment. Miri giggled, imagining Dazar tied up by a rope, too busy greedily ogling a glowing treasure chest. The dwarf, witnessing her humor at his misfortune, reached over and smacked her ass. Miri yelped, jumping a foot in the air. She rubbed her sore butt as Dazar sagely proclaimed, “You could learn something – not every rope is mundane. If you find yourself in a situation where you’re tied up, here’s how you get out.”

The dwarf proceeded to stop and pull out a length of rope. He instructed Miri how to securely tie his wrists and legs. Then, step by tedious step, Dazar showed her how to disentangle herself. After Miri could successfully repeat the steps, Dazar tied her up. The girl struggled, initially using too much ****, causing the rope to dig into her delicate flesh. Pausing, she remembered her mentor’s words and relaxed her hands while working her left wrist, then right wrist. Soon enough, she felt the rope slacken, and fall off.

“Congrats, Miri,” Dazar gently caressed her jean-clad ass in support. If the dwarf had done so on any other body part, it could have been considered chaste.

“Thanks, Daddy!”

“We don’t need to add that to your normal routine; it only took you fifteen seconds longer than it should have. More stretching should make you more limber, so you only need to get the muscle memory down.”

The small trail they walked along suddenly came to a big road. In size, Miri was reminded of a four lane blacktop, but dirt instead of pavement. The girl nearly cried in relief at a true sign of civilization.

_ Two hours later_Off in the distance, Dazar spotted something unusual. What appeared to be a closed wagon had been stopped by either a police or robber patrol. Warning Miri, the Dwarf casually mentioned, “We must get off the road. There’s some commotion ahead.”

Frightened, and a little curious, Miri nodded assent and followed the master thief off the road under tree cover. “What should we do, Daddy?” The brunette asked, trying to ascertain what was going on, but she couldn’t contextualize the situation.

“You stay here. I’ll go check it out. I’m thinking it’s either a hold up or an arrest. Either way, I might know who they are. Depending on what’s like to go down, we’ll probably move further into the forest and sneak around,” Dazar explained his immediate plan. He reached into his pack and pulled out the strange coin purse Miri had discounted earlier. Hemming and hawing, the dwarf spent a minute rooting around in it, arm up to his elbow. Miri though she even detected a small crash as if something delicate shattered. Dazar cursed, then finally brought something out. She couldn’t make it out, but was disconcerted to notice his hand had disappeared. Her mentor, noting her look of apprehension, apologetically elucidated, “That purse is a bag of holding; it’s enchanted to fit up to a thousand pounds of mass. This is a cloak of invisibility. I’m not taking chances.”

With that, the dwarf threw the cloak over his head and shoulder, disappearing from view entirely. Normally, Miri didn’t notice Dazar’s quiet footsteps, but she appreciated nonetheless his effort to stomp a few sticks and stones as he headed toward the road.