<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/SexySorceress1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yesqwyn Haht (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281310.msg13835622#msg13835622)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late morning, Patchwall 7, 577 CY<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Beratana Village Inn, your home away from home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Enastril, Kirien, Brennisen<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>No smut... for now<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The angry glances from the innkeeper's daughter was making it difficult for Yesqwyn to enjoy her meal. She wanted to have a bite before an evening of drinking at the Ilde Boar but she was fairly certain her food had been spat it. Casting a cantrip to freshen up her feel did little to get that thought out of her mind. So the next time the girl walked near, Yesqwyn commanded her to stop. Not the right circumstance to wield divine magic but it was more ladylike than trying to grab her. More effctive too, as the lass froze in place.<br/><br/>"All right," said Yesqwyn. "What's the problem? I thought we had a fun time last night."<br/><br/>"I can't believe you asked me to do those things!" hissed the innkeeper's daughter angrily.<br/><br/>"Really?" the half-elf replied with a raised eyebrow. "As I recall you were an enthusiastic participant."<br/><br/>"No! After that!"<br/><br/>"You mean when I told you to fetch me some clean sheets and empty my chamber-pot?  That's your job, dearie."<br/><br/>The jaw of the innkeeper's daughter dropped.<br/><br/>"After what we shared you expect me to act like a servant!"<br/><br/>Yesqwyn pondered this for a moment.<br/><br/>"I do, most assuredly. That is what I'm paying your father for, not for the use of his bonnie baby girl's cunny. Now I won't judge you if you wish to be a whore. Goddess know I've peddled my own fine arse many a time. But I won't be part of a transaction I didn't agree to. So now that my spell has ended, stop being a brat and fetch me some pepper."<br/><br/>Instead the innkeeper's daughter let out an exasperated howl and stomped away. Yesqwyn simply shrugged and used a cantrip to bring the pepper to her. None of the other guests in the common room raised an eye at this. They had gotten used to Yesqwyn's gratuitous use of magic. It was one reason why Yesqwyn was wanting to move on from the little village... people just didn't notice her as much anymore. By the Seven Hells, she had been reduced to diddling the help for entertainment. While at least Beratana didn't have her father and a bunch of priestess reprimanding her over everything she did, it was still boring. Her friends were nice enough, maybe too nice. She wished a couple of them would just stop dancing around and get naked already. Yesqwyn had offered to help them over that hump but they all insisted that the first time should be special. Her first time had been with a local street tough back in Greyhawk in exchange for a bottle of rotgut. And she needed that bottle to get over how awful he had been. But at least it taught her not to drag her feet when she wanted something.<br/><br/>Right now she was wanting a night at the Idle Boar. At least that place was interesting. Plenty of men that were rough around the edges, just the way Yesqwyn liked them. And she could get drunk without someone asking her if she was doing all right. The people of the village meant well, just that sometimes they were more rustic than Yesqwyn could stand. Fine, most of the time. This is what she gets for trying to avoid her parents...<br/><br/>Since she still wasn't sure about the quality of her meal, Yesqwyn got up and left the inn. She paused at the doorway to blow a kiss at the fuming girl squeezing the corners of her apron out of anger. Once outside, Yesqwyn put a bit of halfling pipeweed in a piece of paper, rolled it up, and placed it in her mouth. A cantrip lit the tip on fire and Yesqwyn blew out a cloud of smoke. This technique was much more chic than smoking a pipe, she just needed to come up with a name for it. Whatever she called it, it was a good way to pass the time while waiting for her friends.