[ Because Molly won't get hurt. Fjord's carefully ale-brewed opinion is that Molly didn't feel half the pain he did last night so he can have all the time he wants to reflect on it ... and it's also becoming hard to stand without swaying, so it's about time to find a seat.
The peace of his brooding is interrupted by the evening entertainment of bards taking to the stage, the Chateau filling up as the evening kicks off. There are companions in the Chateau too, none as beguiling as the Ruby but clearly decorative beauties who know how to earn a wage from drunken patrons and stupid sailors, of which Fjord is currently both. They're all tieflings, because of course they fucking are to keep the kind of people happy who dream about Marion. What a theme. He really is back on the coast. One pretty girl with burgundy-red skin finds him stewing and sits in his lap with her floaty dress full of slits showing off her curves, brushing back his hair in a gesture which has his head nodding on her shoulder (and lower), eyelids heavy as the warmth of her tiefling body draws him in. If he dozes he can pretend it's the night before and Molly is the one in his arms ...
She even lets him rub his thumb over her spaded tail, cooing praise in his ear. A savvy saleswoman who knows an easy mark when she sees one, she agrees to stay and talk about anything to fill his silence, keeping him company for a gold coin.
He stops caring about much of anything after his fifth drink. ]
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[ Because Molly won't get hurt. Fjord's carefully ale-brewed opinion is that Molly didn't feel half the pain he did last night so he can have all the time he wants to reflect on it ... and it's also becoming hard to stand without swaying, so it's about time to find a seat.
The peace of his brooding is interrupted by the evening entertainment of bards taking to the stage, the Chateau filling up as the evening kicks off. There are companions in the Chateau too, none as beguiling as the Ruby but clearly decorative beauties who know how to earn a wage from drunken patrons and stupid sailors, of which Fjord is currently both. They're all tieflings, because of course they fucking are to keep the kind of people happy who dream about Marion. What a theme. He really is back on the coast. One pretty girl with burgundy-red skin finds him stewing and sits in his lap with her floaty dress full of slits showing off her curves, brushing back his hair in a gesture which has his head nodding on her shoulder (and lower), eyelids heavy as the warmth of her tiefling body draws him in. If he dozes he can pretend it's the night before and Molly is the one in his arms ...
She even lets him rub his thumb over her spaded tail, cooing praise in his ear. A savvy saleswoman who knows an easy mark when she sees one, she agrees to stay and talk about anything to fill his silence, keeping him company for a gold coin.
He stops caring about much of anything after his fifth drink. ]