Return the dead driver.

“The Coaching House. We must return their fallen.” The priestess said sadly.

Killian had parked at the outskirts of the town, near the small building, and large enclosed stable, that would hold the horses, and coaches. The two walked into the building, and glanced around the small lobby. A large counter split the room in half. A doorway exiting out each side, on their side of the counter, while a door led out beyond the counter.

Behind the counter sat a lovely woman, with short black hair, deep blue eyes, and huge round breasts. The breasts were bare, with silver bells dangling form her nipple piercings “Good evening travelers, how was your trip.” The woman asked in a soft dulcet voice.

“Unfortunately we were attacked by bandits, and our driver was killed. We, brought his body back, so he could be properly buried.”

“Sad news, but I thank you for your kindness.” The woman smiled softly.

“Do you, always, wear nothing?” Teija asked a little uncomfortable

“I'm wearing a skirt.” The woman teased, with a twinkle in her eye. “My name is Rose, I run this Coaching House. News has traveled about our quaint little town, and mercenaries have begun to flood us. Those looking for a job, can wait in the next room, or I can post your application on the hiring board.” The busty woman gestured to the room to their right. “If you decide you need to leave, I can book you a coach, and you can wait in our departing waiting room.” She gesture to their left.

“I'm not a mercenary.” Teija smiled. “My name is Teija Croft. I'm here to reclaim my birthright.”

“Ah, you're far more beautiful then I expected.” Rose smiled, causing the priestess to blush. “Unfortunately, your manor has become, overrun, as has this entire area. Reclaiming your birthright will be more difficult then you might have anticipated. I have two mercenaries in the waiting room, if you would like to hire them.

Killian turned and walked toward the right doorway, forcing Teija to follow after him. Walking through, they saw a plush den, with large sofas, and a billiard table. A stairway led up to the next floor, where their rooms likely awaited them. The driver had mentioned that the trip included one night stay in the Coach House, to give them time to find a room at the inn.

Standing next to the pool table, playing by herself, was a beautiful woman with long white hair, and pale skin. She was wearing a black one piece swim suit with a deep v showing off her huge breasts, and tight ass. Long knee high black leather boots, graced her long sensual legs, while fingerless impact gloves rested on her small hands. Though oddly dressed, Teija guessed her to be some form of pugilist

Sitting on the sofa, cleaning his pistols, was a dusky skinned man with short black hair. He wore black breeches, a button up shirt, and a red vest. A red bandanna hung loose at his throat, and twin holsters rested on each thigh, though his guns were sitting on a small table before him. His deft hands worked over them meticulously, as he cleaned the tools of his trade.

“I wouldn't hire both.” Killian murmured “To many variables. Pick the gunslinger.” He suggested.