The dwarf with the black beard left his name. He was called Culen of the Rutt Clan and had boarding in this very inn. "Tomorrow I'll be working at the West Market, selling my wares. I'm a woodcarver. Journeyman. You should have no problems finding me here by supper."<br/><br/>Luna purred as she rubbed Lyn's lovely big balls. She reached so far down that she could tickle the smooth area between balls and asshole. She gasped when she was lifted, but seemed to love it, pointing a course for Lyn to take up the stairs and down some corridors. Eventually they were outside a door.<br/><br/>Brenna waited at the top of the stairs, looking at Lyn for any signal to stay, go or follow.<br/><br/>"I'd rather not have her watching." Luna said, giving Lyn's neck a soft kiss.<br/>