Martin pumped her with his seed, feeling it all gushing out from the tip of his erect member. He didn't dare respond to her question, feigning his sleep, he didn't really have an answer to give her at the moment, as various possibilities flickered through his mind. It was almost too good to be true, he could get a lot out of this arrangement and end up becoming someone with the benefaction of a nobeman. Head lain against the pillow, his naked warmth rubbing up into his partner at present, he started giving some serious thought to her question, coud he go through with it? He was still young, women thought he was something of an idol amongst the guards despite his simplicity. Smart, cunning and talented with a blade, topped off with his admirable amount of concentration. With all of this going on in his head, he began to drift off into a pleasent sleep- " What!? " He stupidly remarked, leaping up from his pillow, the loud knock having awoke him from his state of half sleep. With his lengh still wrenched up into her cunt almost, he was looking into the faces of various guards, ready to decapitate him! Karma, it could prove to be a mans worst enemy. Pushed away from her so easily, he stood up next to the bed, covering up his cum-soaked privates with a near-by pink lampshade to protect himself and his manood.<br/><br/>Martin felt the colour rush from his face, nervous, outnumbered and outmatched. He could get out of this situation just by going through with the proposal, it might bind him to someone for the rest of his life but it would defeat being decapitated here and now by a group of well armed soldiers. " Martin. " He responded to the general in a rather gruff voice, appearing disorientated. He went silent, both of his eyes coming to a close, only to open once more to look straight into Nixants eyes with utter desperation. -<br/><br/>MEANWHILE<br/><br/>In The Pig N' Whistle, three companions were having a rather hushed discussion, agitiation apparent in each of their tones, hooded and hidden from view. They had ordered a few glasses of water and were all surrounding a 'black' tome that lay spread out on the table, opened into the first few pages. They didn't seem interested in the actions of the patrons, something was going on. " We didn't plan for this- " One of them suddenly squeeked, slamming his fist down into the table. " Well, we didn't really think he'd go through with it, did we? " The other responded, it was a female this time, with a rather long and hooked nose, she was looking down into the book, searching for something. " We're going to get into so much trouble because of that idiot. " Each of them said in unison, slumping their heads down in resignment. " Using that thing as a chemical weapon is just... " One began, the other cutting him off, hushing him sharply. " It's about time.. " She uttered, a loud 'bang' eruptng outside of the tavern.<br/><br/>In the streets, panic suddenly erupted, as a windstorm gathered in the middle of the town, like a hurricane. It was pink, a furious sweeping pink that would slowly begin engulfing the town in violent, billowing cherry blossoms, it would prove difficult to ward them off even with a mask, unless you were inside the protected barrier. It would get into the tree's, canal system and even more than likely send the wild life mad.<br/><br/>Above all of this chaosi, far above the clouds in a billowing hot air balloon, was a small green man, pulling on levers, twisting knobs and causing general havoc. It appeared to be a weather machine of sorts, a contraption that was spewing out the cherry blossoms from above. Aboard the central computer, was a tank of pink liquid, the chemical that had caused all of these problems, alchemic in nature, and very dangerous. Your average love potion gone wild.<br/><br/>" Heheh.. It's only a matter of time! Ickle Stormwind will be bowing at my feetsies! " The airborne goblin chirped, damned well pleased with his entire scheme up until now.<br/><br/>MEANWHILE<br/><br/>Martin heard the noise outside, the huge bang which would more than likely take away the attention from people in the room, giving him a perfect chance to escape in the confusion if he could, the power would start fickering on and off, things beginning to rumble. If he could manage the escape, he would slip out through the door-way given the oppotunity with the bedsheets wrapped around his form like a cloak, keeping his genitilia firmly pressed off the market for all intents and purposes. With ambition driving his feet, he would begin looking for somewhere to hide from the proposal of marriage for the time bing. Nixant was a nice girl, maybe a little too nice for him, he liked her but marriage just wasn't doing it for him right now, he had a lot of things he still wanted to do in life, getting skewered not being one of them. Approaching the exit, he would shield his face from view and make for his old tent, finding a place to hide until all of the chaos would eventually die down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>