Tell her you don't fight well with blue balls
From Create Your Own Story
You shrug. “I just don’t fight well with blue balls, that’s all.”
The Sightmistress tilts her head, considering this. “Indeed?” Then she nods towards the young healer. “Take her to my hut and relieve your burden – and return when you are ready to bout in earnest.”
The healer freezes, salve nearly slipping from her small hands, cheeks flaring as her gaze darts between you and the Sightmistress. Your attentions are diverted from the Sightmistress’s sumptuous form towards the healer. She is a slight village girl with nervous eyes – though not quite as wide as those of the Sightmistress – and a tangle of brown curls beneath her white bonnet.
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