Blackwell. The dwarf woman had tough leather gloves and seemed to wear a herbalist smock. Amateur porn Grace was busy mashing up the cursed meat and herbs into a fine paste then tied it up while rubbing some magic dust on it then speaking some ancient tounge and blowing a kiss she held it in her hand. The thin man then went for another attack but this time you throw some spark dust at him hoping to blind him. The sleep wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped images of you in a cave with the lone hunter then fish freshly cooked fly past you. “Oh who in the fuck is this guy?” you asked looking at the strange man while Eve step away from you and disappears into the crowd of people. “Oh old man I’m just here for trade I was hoping to sell or swap this meat for some supplies.” You ask as you drop the wrapped meat on the counter. Picking up the boar meat you fallow them into a closed shop. “Besides you don’t look like the knightly type to me.”
“Oh that inbred royal piss ant has no hold over this town.
