YArpg- Follow Hovisk to your helmet
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Your new acquaintance leads you back down the stairs and to the pine door you saw earlier. He withdraws a key from his pocket and slips it in the lock. The door creaks open. | Your new acquaintance leads you back down the stairs and to the pine door you saw earlier. He withdraws a key from his pocket and slips it in the lock. The door creaks open. | ||
| - | Inside you find bare stone walls and a ground covered with various currencies. A pile of crates dominates the centre, upon which a young halfling has her bare legs spread and her hand upon her | + | Inside you find bare stone walls and a ground covered with various currencies. A pile of crates dominates the centre, upon which a young halfling has her bare legs spread and her hand upon her exposed loins. Her eyes are wide open with shock, her face flushed from embarrassment and perhaps exertion. |
You expect Hovisk would be more professional regarding intruders, but no, he gives you a suggestive look. | You expect Hovisk would be more professional regarding intruders, but no, he gives you a suggestive look. | ||
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Do you say: | Do you say: | ||
*[[YArpg- "I think I am, Hovisk."| "I think I am, Hovisk."]] | *[[YArpg- "I think I am, Hovisk."| "I think I am, Hovisk."]] | ||
| - | *[[YArpg- "Be decent, Hovisk."| Be decent, Hovisk."]] | + | *[[YArpg- "Be decent, Hovisk."| "Be decent, Hovisk."]] |
[[Category: YArpg]] | [[Category: YArpg]] | ||
Current revision as of 06:37, 12 December 2017
Your new acquaintance leads you back down the stairs and to the pine door you saw earlier. He withdraws a key from his pocket and slips it in the lock. The door creaks open.
Inside you find bare stone walls and a ground covered with various currencies. A pile of crates dominates the centre, upon which a young halfling has her bare legs spread and her hand upon her exposed loins. Her eyes are wide open with shock, her face flushed from embarrassment and perhaps exertion.
You expect Hovisk would be more professional regarding intruders, but no, he gives you a suggestive look.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he says.
Do you say:
