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[bindingeagle]

"Well that's good, I could use the drink now that we're through," said Flish. He wandered off and returned, saying, "It's exactly the kind of tavern we expected. Like we found Isep in last time."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Awesome," Al'ika said. "Let's go."

 

[bindingeagle]

The tavern was full of soldiers, and just as full of wenches and slave girls for each one. The bartender did a double take and said, "We don't usually get woman soldiers around here, much less two, but ok, I'm game. What's your poison?"

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika threw her hair back. "I'll take a tankard of your best whiskey." She looked at Isep. "What do you want?" she asked.

 

[bindingeagle]

Isep ordered a girly drink, to make the bartender think she was a stupid girl. Flish and Keth ordered strong ale.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika enjoyed looking around, and the decent alcohol.

 

[bindingeagle]

A couple hours in and Flish had gotten them a room and was sleeping off his buzz. There was no shortage of shady characters about the place, a lot of them seeming to be slavers. "Anyone stick out to you?" asked Isep, looking a bit pale. The idea of being a sex slave to a rogue blue mage shook her a great deal.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika shook her head, wrapping her arms protectively around Isep. She looked at Keth. "What about you?" She asked quietly.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I don't see anyone who looks like a mage,"she said quietly. "Just lots of people who might give us to one."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Well just make sure we stay very soldier like," Al'ika said.

 

[bindingeagle]

As they looked around the bar, a couple of soldiers had taken an interest in them. One of them sauntered up to Al'ika and said, "I didn't realize we started lending our uniforms to the bitches we fucked."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika smiled sweetly. "I didn't realize we fucked."

 

[bindingeagle]

"Well someone here must have," he said, "I'll bet the only sword you've ever held came out of some bloke's trousers."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and its metal," she said, putting a hand on her sword to illustrate her point.

 

[bindingeagle]

The guard laughed. You and your little lezzie friend might have swords, but you'd probably be better served changing into proper outfits and giving the rest of us real soldiers a good show," he said, pointing to some girls dancing in scraps of fabric on a table.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika chuckled warmly, marveling at the stupidity. "I don't dance," she informed them. "And even if I did, it wouldn't be for you."

 

[bindingeagle]

"Maybe someone should teach you," he said, faking a punch at her stomach and aiming a haymaker at her face.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika barely ducked out of the way of the haymaker but she snarled and pulled her sword.

 

[bindingeagle]

"Oh, kitty wants to play," he said, drawing his axe. He stood, ready to receive her assault.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika began to circle him, her eyes on his axe.

 

[bindingeagle]

the soldier lunged forward without swinging, expecting her to jump back from inexperience.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika expertly blocked his attack and pivoted to try to cut his hamstring.

 

[bindingeagle]

Her attack was blocked as he returned to the ready position. "Well I guess you do know some things then," he said, recognizing ability and sitting down. "Let me get you a beer and a girl...or guy... to make up for it."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Al'ika smiled and sat down. "That would be appreciated," she said.

 

[bindingeagle]

The man signaled the bartender, who poured two drafts for Isep and Al'ika. "Do you two have a preference on slaves?" he asked. "We're a bit short tonight, some bastard had to go and have an orgy."