Corin, a virgin farmboy, and Tarwen, his father

You are surpised to see a lanky, sun-tanned farmboy and a white-haired older man standing together. You wonder if they have paid to share you.

"Just the boy," the old man says. "His name's Corin and he come of age this spring. He's not been with a woman. Needs to know what that's like so he can please a wife. He helped me with a great harvest, so we had extra coin this year. He was took by you in the magic picture. Got to say, you're twice as fine in the flesh."

The boy blushes and the father gives him a shove towards you.

"My name's Tawrwen and I'll just watch, if you don't mind," the old man says and takes a seat in the chair. "Be gentle. He's my only son."

You look at the boy. He's cute, brown haired and muscular, though skinny. His clothes are worship best, the flannel and cotton weave suit usually worn to temple. The suit ill fits him and is threadbare, probably his father's from when he was a boy.