Prudence. Time's wasting.

Sighing in frustration, you tear your eyes away from Elena's glistening, naked body and quietly close the door behind you as you leave. You ease the doorknob closed and it makes scarcely a click. Turning back the way you came, you make your way to the entrance as swiftly as you can.

You think can hear Elena moaning even as you reach the bottom of the staircase, and your pussy still itches terribly. Reaching the main floor only makes it worse. Your knuckles are white from your clenched fists as you walk past the common rooms, hearing all the raunchy, sex-drenched noises echoing off the walls. The heat and the surroundings are starting to become too much for you, and you have to **** yourself to put one foot in front of another. You can't even bother going back through the grate you came in, and instead make a beeline for the main entrance.

Nobody gives you a second glance along your path and as you push open the thick, wooden doors, you're welcomed with a breeze of the cool evening air. You breathe deeply and calm your body down, clearing your mind of dirty thoughts. The man standing guard gives you a lazy look, as if expecting something.

Without really saying anything, you make a non-committal gesture, indicating towards the front door. He nods in relief and chuckles as he walks past you, muttering something about a 'nice, long break with the girls', and leaves you alone out on the street. At least, alone until Morina peeks her head out from the corner, beckoning you.

With no more than a quick glance to both ends of the street, you trot towards her. The young wizard looks nervously at you and asks, "Did you get the medallion?"

Drawing the trinket from out of your pocket, you present it to her. Relief shows very visibly on Morina's face as she reaches out to take it from you. As she does, you take a good look at Scar's heirloom as it reflects off the moonlight and torchlight.

True to his description, it is silver, unmarked, and no more than the size of a large man's thumb. But what Scars didn't tell you, was that it was pure silver. It glittered and shone too brightly to be a composite. Such a thing could have easily bought half the land in your village...'Meaningless bauble' indeed!

"Thief! THIEF!!" A shrill voice cuts through the general hum of the brothel, and the heavy thumping of iron-footed boots responds. It looks like Elena's realized you're not coming back. Time to leave.