<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/zsZ3MFc.jpg)</div><br/>Master Flint chuckled as she did up the string on her underwear, watching as the crotch grew damp almost immediately.<strong> "Aye but you'll be a fine addition to the guild I think.  Welcome ta Laelith Miyuki, make sure'n stop back tomorrow, te sign the papers.  Come a'fore noon an ye might even find some people who aren't already half in the bag, an new jobs what get posted at the noon bell iff'n ye like." </strong>He escorted her to the edge of his office chambers, still not having to bother getting dressed yet before adding,<strong>"An have someone send down a flagon of ale would ye, I seem tae have worked up a bit o' thirst in the last hour or two." </strong>He punctuated the request with a slap on her bottom through the robe.<br/><br/>Miyuki climbed the dim stairs and found her way back into the hallway, turning back into the main room where the din was even louder then before.  She spotted Jax in his spot near the door waving his arms frantically at someone as he was telling them a tale.  From the look on the person's face it must have been a humorous tale as they were barely restraining laughter.  She began making her way over towards him but then stopped suddenly as she passed close by a quartet of dwarves.  They were deep into their mead and were<span class="bbc_u">singing a song</span>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq4seuBFxIM) in dwarvish.  She didn't know the words, but the cadance was immediately catchy as they clacked cups together at the climax of ever repeated verse, draining their cups only to refill and move onto a new verse.  Listening for only a few rounds and she found it quite catchy, her musical mind finding it so foreign and different then what she knew, yet somehow entrancing.<br/><br/>The slow trickle of seed down the inside of her thigh, hidden by her robes made her feel positively deviant, and she had to admit there was something 'special' about this place.  This city of Laelith, it had a certain positive and carnal air to it.  She sensed that even if she weren't wearing her robe, but were walking about with dwarf spunk openly trickling down her thigh, she might get laughed at, but not chided.  Was the rest of the city like this, or just these explorers who went out and risked life regularly?  She had time to look around at the gathered people here and it seemed so different then the lands she had come from.  There were dwarves, humans, and elves, those she knew, and those in great quantity.  But others too that she didn't recognize, small green skinned creatures drinking with men of red skin that bore horns jutting from their heads.  Who in turn sat with their backs to other tables that bore yet more strange beings, like the strange man made of metal and wood, but whose eyes gleamed with an arcane light that seemed to give the sense that it was no automonotan but truly alive.  There a woman with fur on her skin and a feral look to her face laughed at an elf with skin that was gleaming black and a touch purple.  How strange this place was, how vibrant... how hot.  Had it grown even warmer in the tavern?  It was not just semen that trickled down her thighs now, but sweat that caused her robe to cling to her supple body.  Seven Hells tavern indeed, how aptly named.<br/><br/>Jax was finishing his story and the listeners were laughing uproariously, though she was not beholden to return directly to him, there might be a hundred different things to do in this place.<br/><br/>