"No, mine does not." Maric replied as he honed said sword. "I have yet to find a blade sturdy enough to be able to hold one.<br/>"And if a naming ceremony is what you wish for, then you shall have it. Anything for you my dearest."<br/>When Nimue went on about how she was eager and yet worried to begin sparring with her sword, Maric winced at the thought her words brought forth. He was confident that he was skilled enough to keep it from happening, but such things were not easily unimagined.<br/>Well, he would just need to ensure that such things would not happen. A little 'lesson' would teach her to be careful in the future.<br/>Leaving his work at his seat, Maric arose to hold his wife in his arms, taking her sword from her gently before placing it down. With that done, he proceeded in his usual teasing, tickling her here in there as she playfully fought back. When she stopped though, Maric halted his actions. The words that she spoke... Oh, those words of hers... They stirred at his loins and caused the trousers he wore to suddenly become uncomfortably tight.<br/>"Alas, he'll most likely return in a couple of days." Maric spoke, a little sadly even though he was eager for his return. "But some of our other guests will probably return sooner. Most likely tomorrow, and if not the day after.<br/>"But do not fret." He continued as he kissed her lush red lips. "We can still have fun being discreet. After all, it will add a certain thrill will it not? The risk of being caught in the act."<br/>Then, taking things a step further, Maric decided to imitate Nimue's earlier actions. Although, his kisses were a little more intimate as they traveled lower and lower to the mounds of her breasts.<br/>"As" "I" "bring" "you" "to" "new" "heights."<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>Little did the couple know, a few of their guests had arrived sooner than expected. Thankfully, most of the small group headed to the nearby town to sleep at the inn, but two of them continued on to visit Maric and Nimue's home.<br/>The first was an older fellow, his short black hair streaked grey. However, he was rather fit for one his age. He still stood straight and tall, and many men Maric's own age would be jealous of the muscle he had. He was clothed in a simple chain mail cuirass, and a warhammer as aged as himself strapped to his back.<br/>His companion was a young girl, her long flowing locks of gold flowing freely in the wind behind her, adorned with a white lily. Her garb was more simple, just a plain dress of green. Although she appeared almost fragile, the girl was tougher than she looked, though she'd never use it for anything other than gardening.<br/>"Is it much further Sir Varatt?" She asked shyly, her voice as lovely as a bell.<br/>"No it is not." Varatt replied with a somewhat gravelly voice, pointing up the hill they traveled. "Their home is near the top of the hill. You can actually see it from here.<br/>"Also, as I said before, you may drop the 'Sir' Samantha. I'm not in service of the guild anymore."<br/><br/>What they saw when they arrived at the hill was not what they expected. Luckily, they arrived in time so that they didn't see anything too lewd. At the moment, Maric and Nimue were just involved in some passionate kissing and a bit of heavy petting.<br/>Samantha was too stunned to speak. Her cheeks were as red as roses. She would be surprised if the woman before her would be as embarrassed as her.<br/>Varatt however was just shaking his head with a slight grin on his face, though his cheeks were too tinged red slightly.<br/>"The bride I presume?" He asked after clearing his throat.<br/>Samantha actually looked a little horrified that he made their presence known. She had thought that they'd just walk off quietly and come back later. So, to avoid being looked at by the embarrassed couple, she shrank behind the large man.