Tavern night

As the only Wolvir in the tavern, I find Fen easily in amongst the crowd of boisterous patrons. He had reserved a table big enough to seat four people, and on it rested two tankards. He caught sight of me, he smiled at my arrival and waved me to attend with him. I sat on the bench opposite him, jutting out my chest and received the desired effect. Fen’s eyes openly ogled at my ample breasts. Just how I wanted. His nostrils flared, I could tell he had picked up the perfume I had just applied.

“Ooh, what did you get me?” I asked, nursing the tankard in my hands.

“Well I wasn’t too sure what you like, so I went for a basic choice and got us both an ale.”

I wasn’t too accustomed to ****, I had ale before. From with what I remember, it had a bitterness to it it.

“The ale here, was made with raisins. So it should have a fruity taste to it.” Fen informed me.

I wouldn’t have thought of fruit being used in the process of making ale. A combination that I thought that couldn’t work, bitter and sweetness together. Would the bitterness overpower the fruitiness of the drink. Maybe I wouldn’t mind that, maybe I’ll acquire a taste for it.

We raised our mugs to one another and drank. Fen was right, although it was a bitter taste, a fruity one was on there too, both flavours complemented each other. Something I didn’t think possible, but I enjoyed the ale.

Fen enjoyed his ale, he drank heartily from his tankard in large gulps. He set his mug back onto the table to reveal he had consumed half the **** already.

“I want to know more about your culture.” I said leaning forward.

“What do you want to know?”

“You said something about fire being important when we walked back to town, tell me more about it.”

He chuckled at my eagerness to know more about wolvir culture and traditions. “Fire is one of the most destructive forces, which makes sense that it’s part of our war culture. We use it as one of our main resources in our warfare. Burning our enemies settlements and strongholds to ash.” He told me in excitement. “We don’t only use fire to destroy though. It’s symbolic to wolvir, it keeps us warm in cold nights. Cooks our meat to feed us. One of the most important things about it, is it’s our way to commune with our gods.”

“You’re gods?” I asked with intrigue.

“Yes, we have three gods. There is Lupe the terror wolf, Artella the bright warrior and Fenrik the heir of fire.” Fen continued. “Our stories say that when the world began, there was Lupe, he was a strong wolf that learned how to walk on his two legs. He became a terror to the land, leading his four legged brethren to kill humanoids that were still in their infancy. The humanoid’s guardian, Artella, the bright warrior, called that for her regal beauty that shone to all that saw her. She went to war with Lupe. She used a weapon that became fire to drive Lupe and his forces away. But Lupe, being smart enough to stand on two legs, learned how to create fire like Artella. They both used fire against each other almost burning the world to ash. Both Lupe and Artella saw the destruction caused by their fighting, agreed to cease their war. With the lands still burning, both brokered peace. Lupe and Artella grew to respect each of their prowess, and in passion, chose to lay with one another in front of the raging fire. Artella became Lupe’s mate and grew with child. She gave birth to their son. Fenrik, the first wolvir, who became the heir of fire. This is why wolvir can get humanoids pregnant.” Fen drank more of his ale, while I tried my best to catch up to his pace.

“From there, wolvir multiplied taking on many mates to make their numbers grow. Our mating ritual is only performed at Luna Peak, in front of the great fire in the middle of our kingdom, for all the kingdom to witness the mating. It’s the only way to be recognised as mates. To commune with the gods, wolvir perform sex in front of a fire to show respect to them. As sex was the performance that created wolvir culture. Fucking in front of a fire is classed as an intimate act between the two partners engaging in it.”

I was fascinated with the origin of wolvir culture, I also found it romantic. After we finished our ale, I offered to get another round. When I returned, three strangers were at the table talking to Fen. They were two men and an elven woman. They noticed my presence and greeted me heartily. They joined us, the biggest man of the three was called Robbis, he had a bald head and a large scar across his nose. The second man had an athletic build with a well trimmed beard and dark short hair, he was named Karl. The female elf had a lithe body, pretty face and beautiful blonde tresses that reached her shoulders. Her name was Mistle.