A Magic Trickster

I had escorted Duchess Barton to a party the then mayor of Dravenport was hosting. It had been an easy job, as the road to Dravenport is often patrolled by Elven Rangers. In fact, everything had been running a little too smoothly. Years as an adventurer told me that things often go wrong when you least expect them.

With the party protected by the local guard, I took to relaxing with a pint of ale and an attempt at smooth talking as I told tales of my many adventures. My tales proved to be rather entertaining. So much so a crowd began to gather. I was halfway through the time I found the Treasure of Xanxor when I felt my belt loosen. Seeing as there was a meter or so between me and the crowd, I was rather surprised. Suddenly my pants dropped to my ankles, and my tunic flew off the top of my body before both garments simply vanished. My tales of bravery were suddenly replaced with laughter at my misfortune.

I look behind me, where I saw a hooded figure sneaking away. As I attempt to take chase, the mystery prankster casts a spell which drops my linens to my ankles, I end up tripping over my underpants and falling face first. Laughter at the sight of my bare ass echoes throughout the room and inside my head, reminding me that the price of my misfortune was most likely going to be the stories told. Once I got up, I reached out for my drawers. But, before I could grab them, I felt the grasp of an Eleven female guard.

She stood at six feet tall, with an athletic figure and fiery red hair that she tamed into a ponytail. As she escorted me out, hands behind my back, so the leering elf women who filled the tavern could see everything I wanted to hide, I said "I didn't mean for that to happen. I've been..."

"Save it." The guard replied, then, breaking her character, she looked down at my crotch and added, "Nice sword."

She took me to a cell where I spent the night naked, with the female guards taking rotations to ogle me, though they would have attested they were "guarding" me. I'd been charged with indecent exposure, but thankfully the guild paid my bail. The guild completely forgave the incident, on account that my ordeal likely sealed several future contracts from the Duchess, since she was among the many who'd seen my 'Sword' at the soirée.

"So that's the legend of Ahab's sword." Georgia says. Ming Zhao is too busy laughing her head off to respond.

"Oh, that is so you, Ahab." Ming Zhao says in between laughs.

I groan, blushing profusely now that the beautiful magnate has heard all about that awful incident, "Well, now that's over, shall we get ready Georgia?"

"Of course sir."

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As we'll be guarding a caravan, both of us will take our largest weapons, in case the road brings any trouble. However, once we reach Dravenport, we'll be expected to wear civilian clothing, so we will also take daggers that we can conceal. Once ready, we set off for Dravenport.