<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=3468.msg114361#msg114361">Quote from: Zakharra on 04-01-2006, 07:23:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "One or two pitchers?" She asked, tucking the coins in her apron pocket. She hid a frown at the gnoll's presumption at touching her, but dismissed the thought. Many of the monsters touched her hands during a night's work, and she'd never been more than touched. It would be so tonight.. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Two," the gnoll answered, tilting his head and looking at her closely, "We'll need two of them..."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=3468.msg114359#msg114359">Quote from: BigBlackGamer on 04-01-2006, 07:18:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Y-yes," she said. "I--I am betrothed to a merchant's son. After this," she pointed to her stomach, "I will wed him." She looked at the door, noticed the orc had locked it. "When--when your youngling is born...where do I take it?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The orc moved closer, reaching out to lay his leathery hand upon the swell of her belly.  "I will come," he told her, "I will see that the youngling's birth is easy and take my child when I go.  The spirits will guide me to you when the time is right."<br/><br/>Then his hand moved up, sliding along to stroke one of her swollen breasts.