The wench moved up and down on the hunter's cock, her tongue pressed against the bottom, running along with it. One hand reached out to absentmindedly massage his testicles, as she continued to listen in on them.<br/><br/>In the corner of the common room, with his back against the wall, sat another man, tall, with a scarred face and short brown hair, eavesdropping on the conversation as he continued to digest the potatoes and meat on the plate in front of him.<br/><br/>The innkeeper yawned, occasionally looking at the entrance door, patiently waiting for the evening to set in, which would draw in more customers.