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The Magician's Apprentice ((Kuro and Vivid))

To have him so fully inside of her was strange. She swallowed harshly. A few sniffs came from her but she managed to completely calm herself. It did feel good but it was just a shock of having something so deep inside of her. His sharp claws made playful scratches on her back. Even with how smooth it was, faint pink welts could be seen. They were the scars from her father’s quick warning lashes. Vidur called her brave and benevolent. Words of such kindness had only come from her mother and even then they were few and far in between.

The kiss was what she needed before he started to really go at her. It reassured her that he did not want to hurt her. That he only wanted to feel the same pleasure he had given to her earlier that day. He gripped her wrists roughly and pulled her up by them. Her chest was lifted and the action made her arch her back. Her muscles cried out and she could feel her butt tighten around him again.

She screamed loudly as he began to pound into her. It was without warning and it caused her such pain! Each thrust promised and delivered agony. “Master!” she whined loudly but she quickly bit her lip and endured. Soon it started to feel good again and she found herself moaning until she was pulled up further. That action stretched her out further but her cries were stifled by his probing mouth. The kiss was wet and she opened her mouth more to allow him better access.

Each thrust made her large but firm breasts bounce roughly. She must have looked particularly delicious in the strained position that she was in, being taken like a bitch in heat as she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
 
"ahhh! my sweet angel... Gilloleth~" he barely managed to whisper into the kiss before continuing it, once he had her opening wide, he took the chance, lifting up his hand, he reached up and held her neck firmly, not strangling her but definetly letting her feel who was in charge, his sharp claws merely caressed on her delicate skin as he continued to thrust upward, for him there was not much left before his inevitable first climax, however, unlike most human men, he didn't had the concern of just a single orgasm, rapidly, he built up a pace, panting into the kiss, his maleness throbbing inside of her

under her body, Molala was working her little hand as she knew very well, using just the very tip of her thumb, she teased on the girl's vaginal entrance, only circling on it, massaging on it, the rest of her hand worked on keeping her lips well spread and just her middle finger began caressing circles on her warm little clit "my my... Master... she's so wet, she's really loving it..." she gave a low moan, from her point, she could see the penetration inches away from her face, and she couldn't help it, after a moment, she leaned down, licking like a hungry little pup on Vidur's sack, her tongue now and then reaching the edge of the girl's pucker whenever Vidur thrusted too hard, after a moment, Molala laid down on her side, pushing her head forward, her pointier jaw allowed her to reach her little rodentish tongue directly at Gilly's tight cunt, starting to lash hard at it, the tongue penetrating barely, but fiercely, lapping hungily, feeling her master's balls rubbing on her cheek with each thrust and loving it


"Hnnnn.... ahhhh- I...!" he arched back, the teasing too much, unable to hold it in, Vidur began cumming, his cock thickened more, hot, thick cum began shooting into the girl, splashing into her little tunnel, at this point, he couldn't help it, he squeezed his delicate fingers around her slender neck, starting to ram into her with all his strenght, his other hand reached up swiftly, cupping one of her generous breasts, grabbing hard, whispering her name with each breath into the messy kiss, pumping her tight ass with cum, an orgasm wich kept for ten... twenty.... fort seconds, then he stopped, hilting his lenght into her, his entire body trembling and jerking as he savoured the slightest sensation
 
The hand came up to encircle her long, swanlike neck. At first she was afraid he was going to begin to choke her but he only put on a little pressure. It told her that he was the one in charge; that he now owned her ass and would use it how he pleased. The fact should have terrified her but in reality it made the situation all that more pleasurable. Molala was probing teasingly at her womanhood. Every now and then her tongue would lap against the edges of her sore hole, causing little ripples of pleasure to go through her.

Suddenly the tongue moved downward and began to lap at her wetness. Gilloleth didn’t want to enjoy it and tried very hard not to but her juices coated the Lycan’s mouth. The more he pounded and the more Molala licked, Gilloleth was very close to her next orgasm. His fingers then crushed down a little harder, cutting off a little of her air supply. Not enough to kill her but enough to make her panic and start sucking in huge gasping breaths of air.

She felt herself being filled. There was much more this time than from before and even before he pulled out some had managed to leak out of her tight and abused butt hole. Gilloleth whimpered the experience certainly made her head spin. Little black dots swam in front of her vision.

“M-master,” she murmured back. But her own hips bucked a little. Molala was still licking at her slit and that orgasm rushed over her. It was, as Vidur promised, more powerful than the one before. She cried into his mouth as he own sticky fluids trickled over her thighs and over the poor Lycan’s face.
 
poor? the correct adjective would be delighted, Molala lapped hard at the femenine juices being gifted to her, but she knew her Master well, and before he pulled back, she quickly rolled away, being able to gaze at the couple with a smile

as she rolled away, Vidur delicately leaned Gilloleth forward, depositing her in the bed, leaning his body over her's once again, but this time, he slid both his hands under her body, cupping her breasts and at the same time, his elbows supported most of his wheight, he gave a wet lick to her cheek "hnnn.... I didn't... meant to go so rough..." from behind, Molala gave a soft chuckle, her face said 'yeah right' all over, but he was being sincere, slowly, he began kneading her lovely mounds

"but I got so carried away..." he slowly continued to thrust, this time in a gentle, soothing way "it is not often that I make love without using any of my skills.... and even then, rarely I get so turned on-" a high pitched cough echoed, and Vidur gave a chuckle "... other than when I'm with my pet, of course" he gave a little playful laugh, to wich Molala responded with a giggle, he then rubbed his cheek on his new apprentice's cheek ".... in all seriousness, dear, are you alright...? you where wonderful... more than wonderful, I loved every second... and I love being inside of you... hnn.... to feel as part of you... so intimately..."
 
He did go a bit rough on her for being her first time. The cum leaked from her shutter and the hole itself was red and looked tender. It felt as if her insides had been torn apart. She gave a little groan and laid her head on the pillow. It was soft and the fluffiness comforted her. As rough as it was she had cum from it. Well, it and the wonderful ministrations of the lovely Molala. His hands found her breasts and he began to massage them. That felt good and she closed her eyes to enjoy it.

His thrusts had slowed but she whimpered as he continued to slowly fuck her asshole. The pain faded once more and gave way to slight pleasure once more. “Mmmm.” she groaned. “Master… it is alright.” she assured him. “I climaxed again. Thank you for showing me such pleasure again.”

Though she wondered if he was going to just use her behind. During the rough love making things had shifted and she needed to go to the water closet. “But, um, please, may I go to the latrine?”
 
softly, Vidur slid back, giving a soft low moan, then rolled over to his back, panting as he reached over to give his beautiful apprentice's rear a little pat "go, dear, it's quite understandable" he started to relax, he then gazed over at Molala "be a good girl now and clean Master up while your Mistress goes" he gave a smirk over at the girl "unless you need help to walk... or even stand up, in wich case my little one can go and assist you"


he took a deep breath and ran a hand over her lower back "... thank you miss Gilloleth, you where amazing" he sighed out, his eyes closing "but... you better get back here soon, I'd like to hold my two ladies close for a bit before we tend our respective duties"
 
Standing was indeed very difficult. Gilloleth’s legs could barely hold her up as she rose from the bed. Pain shot through her backside and she gave a loud gasp. Somehow she managed her way over to the bathroom to do her thing, which was quite painful as well, and she came back after a longer time than what she wanted.

Her cheeks were bright red as she wobbled out of the bathroom. There was an obvious limp to her stride and she was no longer the picture of grace and beauty. Rather she felt old and used; like a leather boot. She felt stretched like one, too. Doing her job was going to be hard that night. Laying down might have been best for her.

“Master,” she said softly as she stumbled back on to the bed. “Will this get better? When you take my rear again will it be the same or will my body adjust?” She panted and swallowed harshly. “Or is there something that can be done? Like a potion?” Though she knew it would be better if she became use to it on her own.
 
while she made her way out, Molala simply worked her magic, so to speak, neatly cleaning up her Master with a few tissues and a very minor purifying liquid spell, by the time the girl made it back, Molala had been already curled down by the bed, giving soft little licks to Vidur's toes, he gave a little greeting nod to his apprentice and opened his left arm for her to cuddle close

"oh, the human body is such a wonderful thing..." he looked over at her as he drew his arm close to her body and pulled her, having her lay her head on his chest, stroking on the back of her head "you will learn to like it, and in no time, there won't be the faintest trace of pain, only pleasure" he gave a slight smirk "as for your control? well, I admit it was fairly unfair that I took you without warning, but that too, will be learned in it's due time" he reached his other arm around, caressing her back with his claws

"among the many things I will teach you in alchemy, you will learn to make very simple yet effective potions, actually, your first potion would be able to numb the pain and have your muscles stop hurting, but see, if you did that, the next time, it will hurt as bad, but if you allow your body to heal on it's own, your resistance will increase"

he slowly rose his hand, extending a claw, he ran it down his cheek, his delicate skin gave in very easily, leaving a relatively deep cut "close your eyes, my angel, and think of a happy memory... something strong, something that would make your heart swell just to think about it" as he spoke, he reached down, holding on her hand, very slowly bringing it up to his face
 
Gilloleth buried her head into his chest. Being up against him made the pain dull some and her body was grateful that it was no longer standing. She placed a small and tender kiss against his pectoral muscles. Learn to like it? It did start to feel good near the end but she didn’t know if she would go as far as to say it was something that she would ask for. Then again it was something that she was going to have to enjoy. Vidur had liked it so and he had took her in as a lover and a student. She wanted to be good to him.

It was no surprise to her that she was just going to have to get used to it. She would rather be used to it than having to suck down a potion each time he took her heart shaped behind. The claws felt wonderful against her back and she gave a contented sigh. Everything was going to be alright. Even if she still felt some dull pain, it would not last.

She closed her eyes and thought of that memory. When she was a little girl her father, in a rare moment of kindness, had given her a kitten to take care of. It was fluffy and orange with a smooched little face. That cat had been her best friend for years. A smile crossed her lips. The only bright side in an otherwise dull childhood.
 
he saw in her eyes, she had found it, smiling, he nodded at her "look at me with those preety eyes... and whisper with me..."
he ran her fingers over his self inflicted cut

"tooeh aeren" and while you do, visualize that happiness, that joy in your heart and slowly move it towards your arm... your fingertips, share that warmth of heart with your master using your fingers" he kept scritching up and down her back delicately, more than loving to have her so close, warm and smooth, already he was having troubles not to heal himself from how good he was feeling, but he wanted to let her practice the bases for her future healing spells
 
She opened her eyes. They shone with a soft violet glow. Her magic was already flowing from her. Gilloleth was not very good at hiding her true self. She nodded her head and tried to push her energy through her arm. She hadn’t tried to direct it before. At least not like this. Any spell work she had done before in her life was accidental. It took some concentration but the golden glow appear on his fingers.

“Tooeh aeren,” she parroted back. The cut on his face began to slowly heal. It probably wasn’t as fast as he would have hoped but Gilloleth was fairly impressed with herself. Her first bit of controlled magic! Her heart swelled and the glowing got brighter.
 
he could feel it, it was actually far better than his expectatives, he looked down at her with pride "I will teach you later how to further increase the power of this spell, as it is, it can only heal bruises and cuts, but in it's strongest, it can even treat deadly wounds or heal the damage from some diseases, but of course not actually cure them"

as he spoke, he slid his arms under her's, slowly guidng her to lay her smooth body over his own, having her part her legs slightly to acomodate to him, gazing over, he gave a little wink "oh, and I must say, I loved you calling me Master, and I wont stop you, but in public, it may be better to keep it to 'Sir' or similar to avoid confusionn with my lovely pet"

he reached down, kissing on her forehead, then he set a hand over her lips, not covering, just presenting it to her, with his thumb pointing at her lips

"Molala... give your Misstress a little reward for her first healing spell, why don't you give her some of your little special attentions?"

slowly, he nodded down at his beautiful apprentice "close your eyes and be a good girl" as he did so, Molala started crawling forward, reaching up, she ran her finger over the slightly swollen and red pucker of the girl, once again laying a little 'puddle' of the substance she had casted before, not to penetrate, but rather, because the liquid had it's own purifiyng effect, and this allowed Molala to work comfortably... slowly, she leaned forward, gently her firm hands spread on Gilloleth's ass cheeks, and in a soft, loving move, she began to lick around the affected area, now and then running her little tongue directly over the center of her sore hole, her fingers wheren't idle, on the contrary, they where kneading, but each knead worked deep into her muscles, it was by no means magic, but rather, pure wisdom and skill applied to help her reduce the soreness
 
Gilloleth smiled nervously, bit her lip, and looked away. Yes. She had called him master rather easily and she was pleased that he enjoyed it so. Though perhaps it would have been better if she did just shorten it to ‘sir’ in public. It wasn’t uncommon for an ‘elf’ to keep different pets but it would be a little odd for a human to be calling him ‘master’. She nodded her head in consent.

As Molala worked on her reward, Gilloleth gave a soft coo. That soothing liquid was apply to the slightly puffy picker. When the tongue began to work on it she gave a shuddering gasp. That felt very, very good. Better than she cared to admit. Her lips brushed up against the thumb and she put gentle kisses on it before sucking it in her mouth.

“You’re so talented,” she murmured through the thumb. The beautiful young maiden knew that she could easily used to that sort of treatment. The presence of the Lycan no longer made her feel uneasy. In fact, the cute little woman was able to give her pleasure. “Thank you.”

The soreness was already starting to alleviate.
 
smiling, he brushed his thumb "shh shhh... she apreciates the sentiment ,but right now she will be too busy to talk back, if you want, you can thank her later, for now, be a good girl and keep sucking my finger, suck it as if you where worshipping your lord's cock" he gave a warm smile and brushed his thumb on her lip


Molala on the other hand, kept licking, her tongue gave deeper, longer laps, eventually it even went as far as circling around and slightly pushing into her pucker, starting to rythmically glide in and out

"close those eyes and suck while our pet tends you, you diserve it, I'm very impressed both at your physical toughness and at the sheer power of your raw magic, I'm sure we can turn you into a legend among humans" he closed his eyes, his wings wrapping around her upper body, keeping her naked body well warm and protected, however, it became noticeable that the walls of the room began flickering, slowly, the protective spell and restrictive area where fading away
 
She simply gave a soft moan and continued to suck on the thumb. She ran her tongue over it drew it deeper into her mouth. The young woman was unfamiliar with how to work a man with her mouth but she knew that this is what he meant. She closed her eyes and moaned again. Molala was sending little waves of pleasure through her while soothing her all at the same time. It was amazing what she could do. How lucky was she to not only have a new master but a new pet as well.

As the wings fell upon her she sighed once more and continued to suck on his thumb. Being encased in such a cocoon was perfection for her. It was reassuring. If she didn’t put her effort into sucking on his digit, Gilloleth would have fallen asleep.

“Mmm,” she groaned, being a little more vocal. Quickly she bit her lip to quiet herself.
 
eventually, after quite a long nice while of tongue fucking, Molala knelt and began to run her strong little fingers down Gilloleth's beautiful strong legs, once again, without casting magic, but using what she knew about muscles and nerves, she ran her fingertips in ways to help increase the irrigation and maybe not perfectly, but at least give her enough mobility to be functional

the embrace went on, it seemed to last an eternity, yet the actual time was lost on the three, all he knew is that it was all so perfect, but eventually, after a good long while, he gave her a nudge gently to her cheek "well young miss, your magic talents are sure to buy you a ticket out of here, but, as long as you live here, you must not neglect your duties, why don't you show up with them, breathe out some fresh air, and you can return at your bedtime to bring us our supplies?" he gave a nod, he did seemed reluctant to let her go, but it's true, too much disaparance would be concerning

"if you wish, you can join us to sleep, and in the morning we will start your serious training"
 
Gilloleth didn’t want to get up. The massage felt so wonderful and the warmth of Vidur’s body was completely and utterly relaxing. The soreness from the brutal screwing she had received faded a little, though there was still plenty of it. At least she was going to be able to perform her duties. A sigh escaped her lips and she sat up. Sweetly she placed a kiss on her new master’s cheek and drug herself from the bed.

Her legs trembled but she was able to walk without much pain to her clothes. With a sigh she threw on her chemise and then pulled on the over dress, lacing it tightly. The creamy swells of her chest rounded and fought against the bindings.

“Perhaps I will, sir,” she said softly before leaving. The inn was much darker than before and she grimaced. Dinner would be starting soon and there were likely already some guests filtering in. Quickly she ran downstairs, though it did not save her from a quick lash from her father’s belt across her back for being late. She didn’t say anything about it though.

Soon she would leave that life behind. Soon she would not have to deal with being hit for silly things. The dinner went as it normally did. Drunken men pinched at her bottom but it was much more painful than normal. She shot them nasty looks through smiles. If her master were down there, he would have showed those men something.

Finally dinner had ended and her mother had taken up the duties as waitress. Fetching the supplies from her father, she headed upstairs. Though, unknown to her, a man from the bar had been watching her and followed her from it.

“Hey, pretty miss,” he said. He was a ranger, Gilloleth could tell that by his dress. He was slender and short with sandy blonde hair. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk up the stairs, taking care with Vidur’s supplies.
 
quietly, Vidur saw her dress up and getting ready, it occurred to him that he'd have to think of a good way to pull her out of her family's grasp...

eventually, she left, leaving him and Molala to deal with the room, and so they did, Molala took care of tidying up the bahtroom while he rearranged the general area around the bed, finnaly, he went on over his belongings, after he had finished bringing out some pieces of pergamine and pen, he called over for Molala


humming, he laid her down on bed, her ears lowered, she knew what was comming judging from his severe expression, he proceeded to prepare her punishment, firmly, he locked wristcuffs to her, securing the chain from the cuffs to her collar, leaving very little room, and then, he secured cuffs to her ankles, connected by a very short spreader bar, whose prupouse was to merely keep her from squeezing her legs together, at this point, she gave him a pleading look but she knew better than to speak, he of course, didn't stopped, to begin the punishment, he reached over, whispering to her ear as he ran a finger over her lower region, a soft pink glow emanated from his finger, soon, a low lustful moan was heard followed by panting as he got up, grinning, and simply headed over to the table, leaving his pet on bed, squirming while he began to work on the pergamines
 
The ranger didn’t stop his advance and he ended up coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their was the putrid smell of whiskey on his breath. His face had come dangerously close to hers and his tongue came to dart out to lick at her ear. Gilloleth sucked in a rough breath.

“Stop,” she said warningly. “Get off of me.”

“Oh, come on,” he cooed. “All you have to do is show me those wonderful breasts.”

Gilly didn’t know what she could do. Magic would not be a plausible route but she could not let herself be further touched by that man. Shifting the bundle in her arms uncomfortably she elbowed the ranger. He let out a loud gasp and his arms loosened. Quickly she dashed up the stairs and knocked at Vidur’s door.

Meanwhile the offended man had went back down stairs. No one had ever spurred him so. Well, he would make sure that the bitch was fired. He went to tell her the owner of the Inn that he had been brutally attacked.
 
"... maybe I can be honest... tell him about her potential... no, he would not like it.." Vidur laid in bed, arms crossed behind his head, at his side, Molala squirmed, panted, craving relief, but she knew better than to speak at this point

it was here, that the door knocked, Vidur inmediately jumped to his knees, looking around, he nodded, he tried to sense who was behind the door... nobody, this meant it was either Gilloleth... or someone else able to block its thoughts, he didn't wanted to take risks, he placed a blanket over Molala's body, leaving her head uncovered, and he wrapped his wings around his own body quickly, soon, the wings took the shape of a silky bath robe


opening the door, he widened his eyes, inmediately he stepped back and reached out an arm for her shoulder, pulling her in and slamming the door behind her "what on hell happend to you my lass?" he bared hi fangs, he didn't needed to be able to read minds to understand that she was greatly distressed
 
She winced as the arm was wrapped around her shoulder. The lash she received still was fresh enough to cause a little pain when her back was touched. She was shocked that he was able to tell that something was bothering her. They had only known one another for a scant few hours and he was able to read her moods. It made her smile a little.

“Just the usual,” she replied with a sigh. Gilloleth broke away from him to place the potion ingredients on the dresser. She turned back to him. Her face was pinched in annoyance. Not with him but with what just happened to her.

“A man decided to try and get under my chemise,” she said flatly, “it’s a common enough occurrence. It bothers me but father thinks that if a guest will tip more because they grabbed me in the stairway, he will gladly let it happen.”
 
"those bastards..." Molala's voice chimed in, yet she did not moved, Vidur would normally have asked her to remain silent but now he was frowning "... honestly, this is no place for you" shaking his head, he gave a slight glare "and I'm not talking about the man, sad as it is, men are that way, but it does bothers me to see your father's attittude"

sitting on the bed, he gave a nod "close the door lass, and let's speak quietly, we don't know if this man is another wizard or worse, and I doubt he'll cease his attempts to get you, it would be too suspicious to shield the room now..."

gazing over, he stepped forward, stroking her hair "I've been thinking about a good way to get you out, tell me, does your mother treats you like your father does?" he tried to give her a reasuring look but was still worried, however, he placed faith in the fact that most human mothers where kind generally speaking

"there's no time to prepare another potion, just in case, could you please go and unbind Molala?" he reached a hand forward, he could not read her thoughts or emotions, but he could tune into her lifeforce, and by doing so, he tried to find the soul of the one closest to her's among the multitude in the inn...
 
Hearing Molala made Gilloleth chuckle. The lump from underneath the covers wasn’t asleep as she thought. And it did feel good to have someone solidify her feelings about such men in general. Though it was a short lived happiness. Vidur said what she had known since she had been ten. The inn was a prison for her. It sucked out her energy and it wouldn’t be long until her father started to whore her out for a few extra coins.

Her mother treated her as well as she could. The woman was sweet and gentle but she wasn’t an overly emotional person and often turned a blind eye to her husband’s actions. Mostly because she did not want to feel the same sort of anger. “She cares for me. Though my father is a greedy man. If you offer him something he has wanted or enough coins or a ‘more productive worker’ he will let me go without a problem.”

Downstairs there was certainly a ruckus. Her father had apparently had heard or saw something that made him upset. Gilloleth shook her head and shut the door, but thought nothing of it. It wasn’t too strange of an occurrence when the Inn was empty. Even when the Inn was full the beautiful young woman didn’t think too much of it. It was something she was just used to hearing. Little did she know was that the ranger had indeed complained about what she had done and was demanding a refund on his room.

She shut the door and then moved over to the bed. Untie Molala? What in the world-- she removed the covers and gasped to see the poor dear tied to the bed with a painful looking bar between her legs. Quickly Gilly undid all of the binds. This must have been a ’punishment’ and she wondered what the Lycan could have done wrong.

The soul closest to her was in fact her mother. She was in the tavern part of the Inn, wincing at her husband’s outcry over losing a few coins. She was a slip of a woman, with limp brown hair, and a horse like face. It was amazing the Gilloleth came from either of her parents.
 
Vidur nodded "Molala, it seems like we won't be sleeping in a bed tonight after all, please, take the vase of peanuts we bought on the past town and work your magic" he looked determined, but a smile formed in the corner of his lips

focusing, he closed his eyes, Molala went on, she took the cheap, poorly made clay vase and whispered a few words, slowly, the vase coated with a layer of frost, her body began glowing as the frost took intrincate patterns, making it fairly attractive now

Vidur opened his eyes, they where glowing red, he gazed in Gilloleth's direction "follow my lead, endure, and over all, Trust in me" he took a step back

"Ma'am... please remain calm, I mean no harm, I am a Magician from the Lucia region, and on my travel, I have come to discover your daughter, she has a potential for greatness and if she is trained properly, she may save dozens of lifes, she will bring happiness to those around her, but we need your help, tell your husband that you heard a noise in the large room he rented this afternoon,instruct him to inspect on his own and please come along with him"

Vidur sighed out, his eyes no longer glew, he hoped she'd be willing to play along, if not, he would have to simply take her by force, with her consent or not, with a flick of his hands, the door's lock was opened, Molala stood behind the door, ordered mentally by Vidur, she'd smash the vase to the floor as soon as she picked the scent of the inn's owner getting close to the stairs
 
Gilloleth wondered what Vidur had planned. Worry shone in her eyes. Despite the fact that her father had been a real bastard to her, she still held the affection that most daughter’s held for their father deep down. Her brow furrowed and she looked to her new master.

“Don’t worry, please,” she begged softly to him. “We can just address this in the morning. If I stay in here, father won’t be able to touch me.”

Meanwhile her mother jumped at the sudden intrusion into her mind. It did frighten her at first. All other sound phased out and it was just the man’s voice in her mind. What was going on? She wanted to scream but when the voice mentioned the skill her daughter possessed, she paused. It was true that she had noticed Gilly’s powers before and in fact had tried to find someone to take her on as an apprentice. No one had wanted her because of the girl’s ‘dirty blood’. Her mouth twisted. They may have had dirty blood, but Gilloleth surely didn’t…

She nodded her head and walked up to her husband, whom was still addressing the ranger. “Mack,” she said to him. “Something is going on upstairs. I heard it.”

“It’s probably that terrible girl!” He snarled. “Why I let you take care of her is beyond me! We should have killed that-”

“Hush! You don’t mean that! I think it is coming from the big room you rented out.”

He rolled his eyes and started to head up.
 
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