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Feeling the warmth on her cheeks under the drunkards’ verbal and physical assault, Ellyra finally got to the bar stand. The tavern keeper, a bald fat man, measured her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her bare skin just a little more that it was deemed appropriate. Ellyra’s blush intensified against her will. She brushed a strand of her hair with a nervous gesture and approached the bar.

“Well, well, who might you be, little beauty?” the fat man grumbled. Ellyra leaned on the bar counter and stared the man in the eyes.

“My name is Ellyra, and I am a warrior sent by His Majesty Vole III to assist you in your troubles.” The man’s eyes were getting more and more round as she spoke. “And first of all” she continued, “as I’m going to stay here for a while, please tell your respectable visitors to behave themselves and spare me from their crude advances. It’s your head that will end up rolling if any of them dares touching me.”

The tavern keeper came to his senses and grinned. “Of course, my lady. I din’nt mean no disrespect. My name is Remme, I’m at yer complete service, my lady.” his words were polite, even if illiterate, but there was something in his eyes that bore malevolence. Evidently, he did not like to be scolded in front of his own clients. Several scrawny men were sitting on the bar stools nearby and could hear every word of the conversation. Remme continued:

“And for these good lads ‘ere…” he waved at the men in the room. “You must not be so harsh on them. After all, it’s very easy to get a li’l distracted by all this beauty of yours…” His gaze was now firmly locked on Ellyra’s cleavage.

“Please, let us get to the matter at hand.” Ellyra squirmed uncomfortably, noticing the man’s shameless looks. She looked over her shoulder and saw other men staring at her buttocks, now completely exposed as she was leaning on the counter. The men at the bar also drew closer; she heard cackles and whistles among them. “Tarnation, haven’t they ever seen a woman?” she thought tiredly.

“Well,” Remme grumbled, his eyes still exploring Ellyra’s body. “We’ve got ourselves a monsta’.”

“A monster?” Ellyra grimaced. “Come on, really?” She was starting to lose patience.

“A real one, my lady. It’s got three legs, tentacles and is all slimy.” Remme said confidently.

“Have you seen it?” Ellyra squinted.

“Me? Oh no, but many of our girl sure have. Y’see… It likes girls.” Remme said.

“What do you mean?” Ellyra felt a shiver running down her spine.

“Y’know.. It swoops on them when they are in the woods or in the field. And… spoils them”

There could be np doubt about the meaning of his words. “I see. But they did come back after that?”

“They did, but what lad will want them now? And we need kids in our village ‘ere. We don’t wanna die out like kymtels!” Remme smirked gloomily.

“I understand that you’re supposed to run things here. Tomorrow you will show me where the thing was spotted last.” Ellyra said, having regained her composure.

“My lady… You’re sure you don’t want some other armor? I have some in the cellar. You might wanna protect your tender bits a bit better, if y’know what I mean…”

“I am pretty sure it is unnecessary. I can perfectly handle myself.” Ellyra said coldly. She caught the men at the bar talking to each other:

“Look at what this lass is wearing, all dressed like a harlot. She’ll be offering herself on a plate. Maybe the Screecher will keep her to himself and leave our gals alone…”

Remme heard that as well. He answered Ellyra’s unspoken question: “We call it the Screecher. It sometimes screeches at nights. And each night we can hear it closer.”

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Content warning: sexual themes

Feeling the warmth on her cheeks under the drunkards’ verbal and physical assault, Ellyra finally got to the bar stand. The tavern keeper, a bald fat man, measured her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her bare skin just a little more that it was deemed appropriate. Ellyra’s blush intensified against her will. She brushed a strand of her hair with a nervous gesture and approached the bar.

“Well, well, who might you be, little beauty?” the fat man grumbled. Ellyra leaned on the bar counter and stared the man in the eyes.

“My name is Ellyra, and I am a warrior sent by His Majesty Vole III to assist you in your troubles.” The man’s eyes were getting more and more round as she spoke. “And first of all” she continued, “as I’m going to stay here for a while, please tell your respectable visitors to behave themselves and spare me from their crude advances. It’s your head that will end up rolling if any of them dares touching me.”

The tavern keeper came to his senses and grinned. “Of course, my lady. I din’nt mean no disrespect. My name is Remme, I’m at yer complete service, my lady.” his words were polite, even if illiterate, but there was something in his eyes that bore malevolence. Evidently, he did not like to be scolded in front of his own clients. Several scrawny men were sitting on the bar stools nearby and could hear every word of the conversation. Remme continued:

“And for these good lads ‘ere…” he waved at the men in the room. “You must not be so harsh on them. After all, it’s very easy to get a li’l distracted by all this beauty of yours…” His gaze was now firmly locked on Ellyra’s cleavage.

“Please, let us get to the matter at hand.” Ellyra squirmed uncomfortably, noticing the man’s shameless looks. She looked over her shoulder and saw other men staring at her buttocks, now completely exposed as she was leaning on the counter. The men at the bar also drew closer; she heard cackles and whistles among them. “Tarnation, haven’t they ever seen a woman?” she thought tiredly.

“Well,” Remme grumbled, his eyes still exploring Ellyra’s body. “We’ve got ourselves a monsta’.”

“A monster?” Ellyra grimaced. “Come on, really?” She was starting to lose patience.

“A real one, my lady. It’s got three legs, tentacles and is all slimy.” Remme said confidently.

“Have you seen it?” Ellyra squinted.

“Me? Oh no, but many of our girl sure have. Y’see… It likes girls.” Remme said.

“What do you mean?” Ellyra felt a shiver running down her spine.

“Y’know.. It swoops on them when they are in the woods or in the field. And… spoils them”

There could be np doubt about the meaning of his words. “I see. But they did come back after that?”

“They did, but what lad will want them now? And we need kids in our village ‘ere. We don’t wanna die out like kymtels!” Remme smirked gloomily.

“I understand that you’re supposed to run things here. Tomorrow you will show me where the thing was spotted last.” Ellyra said, having regained her composure.

“My lady… You’re sure you don’t want some other armor? I have some in the cellar. You might wanna protect your tender bits a bit better, if y’know what I mean…”

“I am pretty sure it is unnecessary. I can perfectly handle myself.” Ellyra said coldly. She caught the men at the bar talking to each other:

“Look at what this lass is wearing, all dressed like a harlot. She’ll be offering herself on a plate. Maybe the Screecher will keep her to himself and leave our gals alone…”

Remme heard that as well. He answered Ellyra’s unspoken question: “We call it the Screecher. It sometimes screeches at nights. And each night we can hear it closer.”

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