<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/402/402340.jpg)</div>If Lesniya had a reaction to Rumtung’s idiotic joke, it didn’t show on her dirt-stained face. His toothless grin as he mocked her and Sophia while they made their way to the table they had inhabited more than once in this tavern made her want to vomit all over his shoes just out of spite.<br/><br/>It probably would’ve been an improvement on the smell.<br/><br/>When Sophia took a seat in the chair, Les picked her way to the bench that occupied the other edge of the wooden surface. Gingerly, because of the scrape marks on her round, curvy ass beneath what she had thought were leather leggings that she wore, she sat down. It was the first time since entering the tavern that she had winced. Or even made a sound.<br/><br/>Dirt covered the side of her face. It even extended into her hair, which at this point, looked like a comical rats nest of red and gold. Tugging the edge of her tunic out from underneath one of her bracers on her wrist, she began scrubbing at the dried bits. Her motions were both tired and world-weary at the same time. Her green eyes, once vibrant and hopeful, were now dull and flat.<br/><br/>Shooting a meaningful glance at Rumtung as Soph dug through the last of their money, Les curled her upper lip in disgust. “We were set up.” She muttered. “We’re lucky our legs are still intact, and that those bloody beasts didn’t chew ‘em off.”<br/><br/>“But clearly…” Les dropped her hands back to the table, fiddling with the now completely dirty edge of the tunic. “…We are easy marks.”<br/><br/>Two mugs of ale, short, foaming at the top, were set in front of the girls by a tavern maid that was old enough to be their mother, curvy enough to keep at least three men warm at night, and heartfelt enough to smile at the girls knowingly before ambling away. Les gripped the mug, bringing it closer as her shoulders hunched even more as if hoarding the brew. Her cracked, caked nails spun around the top of the mug. “Which I am utterly tired of being, Soph. We need a new plan…”<br/>