The dwarves seemed a little unsure if they thought Lyn could actually do anything to help. At the same time, they were happy that someone, anyone, were taking them seriously.<br/><br/>"Naster Temo, merchant master of the guild of iron traders. He was up to his beard in debts." The white haired one said. "But he said he was going to make a killing....figuratively speaking, at the market. Then they find him with his throat sliced in the river. Just like that."<br/><br/>"He was acting strange all evening." The black bearded one sniffed. "You know, as if he was afraid of something. And it's not like he could know that he'd be the victim of some random mugging, right?"<br/><br/>The third one nodded. "They say he was involved with moneylenders, right here in the city. Cutthroats, literally."<br/><br/>"But why would they kill him two days before the best day of the market. They'll never get their gold flrom the guild of iron traders." The first one reasoned. "Maybe it was a random robbing after all."<br/><br/>Throughout all this, Luna hardly listened at all. She kept concentrating on Lyn's wonderful big shaft, stroking it firmly underneath the table. She finally shifted enough so that she could reach into her pants, although she moved her hand past Lyn's cock and went for her balls, cupping them in her small, delicate hand and rubbed them very gently.