Sylph's InnCharlie was exhausted. It had been about two days since he and his partners had split up, and he had been running every time he thought he heard something behind him. Of course, carrying a bag of stolen items over a shoulder didn't make that any easier. Who would've thought that one robbery could cause all of this? The strange thing was that the villagers didn't even seem to be attacking them, just forcing them out into the jungle...breaking them apart...as though they were leaving punishment to something else.Sylph's Inn in Fantasy More Like This
"Haw," he laughed at the thought, "like anythin' in this stupid forest could hurt us. Long as we have our six-shooters, Joe an' the others'll be fine, an' so will I,"
Despite his confidence, though, he needed food. His share of the loot was pretty, all right, but he couldn't very well eat it. They had planned to quickly rob the bakery on their way out for rations, but that idiot Larry had to shoot the guy, and there had only been one small loaf of bread left...
He sighed. How bi
No Sharing Mistress looked at all of us, glared at each of us in turn with her unique fiery glare. I don't know what was so wrong. All we had been doing was singing.No Sharing in Fantasy More Like This
We don't usually sing; that might be the source of her irritation. Sometimes we gather in a small wooded hollow, and we whisper to each other, taking turns back and forth, inventing verses of nonsense. We do this while Mistress is not around; we love her, although sometimes she asks as though she's a complete ass to us. She's too dominant and proud. We love her, but there are some things we do together when she's away.
But she had been off looking for food, and we were left to wait. What else were we supposed to do, twiddle our thumbs and keep absolutely quiet while she's away from us? Most of our troupe is relatively young, and asking them to sit still is a wonder onto itself. It's impossible. So it was up to me and Thiessa to keep them from wandering around.
I guess Mistress c