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The inn was full of people that night. There were several soldiers in service and old merchants come to savor their gains in beer and lamb chops. The innkeeper, from behind the wooden counter, coordinated the two maids, sending her to take orders and serve. A toothless old man sang a song of his youth remembers the good time, some soldiers talking to each other in a corner drinking good spiced wine, a minstrel strumming a tune on his lute likely to accompany some ways, a song to dedicate to the bitch who was in front of him.
Nell'ilarità general Shiree wandered among the tables with a tray laden with huge mugs of beer. He was young, he could not have more than seventeen years old when many girls start looking for her husband, Shiree could not afford to think of love, had to first carry out the arduous task that his Goddess had given her.
Since Iluv, Goddess of Beauty, had chosen as his herald, his life was a series of tests: the escape from his house, seduction and deception of a merchant, taking part in a fancy dress party and now this, working as a waitress in an inn.
The purpose of all this evidence was clear, Shiree was aware of her beauty and use it for its own ends, but at the same time, gain independence, using his skills to survive in any situation.
Shiree deftly dodged the hands of old men, who tried to sneak under her skirt, and continued with his work, sat at the table where the soldiers thought he recognized one of them in one of the two young men who had approached during the costume party to which he had participated. She seemed to recognize the fair-haired soldier, the young man who had introduced the other, so shy and slightly embarrassed. If I remember correctly his name was Julian.
He woke at dawn, the sun's rays illuminated the small room he shared with the other maids of the inn. He decided that morning was not going to be humiliated by the patrons of the place, had it above the heads of the heavy beats on his sex and indecent proposals that offered at any time of day. He had saved enough money to afford not to work for a couple of weeks, he would have the opportunity to consult with his Goddess, and decide what to do. The district
religious was surrounded by a tense atmosphere, was quiet in those sacred buildings, priests roamed from one temple to another, leaving generous offers, and the priestesses were praying without uttering a word. There was quiet, but it was a quiet strange, unnatural, it was cold, too cold for spring.
Iluv The temple was not far from where it was at that moment, had only to turn the corner, go for a few hundred yards and would come, if only it had not been distracted by a young horse, head covered by a coat as black as night. He stared at it for a few seconds for the second time in two days, seemed to have already met that person.
lit an incense altar of the Goddess and prayed quietly.
the goddess of beauty appeared in all its glory, a white blond hair, ankle-length, floating light, piercing amethyst eyes watched the girl.
"Why did you call, Shiree? Did I not by chance that we would meet for the coming of Ragnarok? "
Shiree looked down and stared at the ground, had not forgotten, just wanted to ask advice.
"My Lord, I ... I come to know the status of my present task. I think I have done in the best way, not I find that I should still continue to work in that brothel disguised as a tavern. This is something obscene. "
Iluv looked his herald, but yes, there was no need to lower it to manual labor. Shiree was born to aim high, her beauty would have increased to become a courtesan, perhaps the king's mistress, the shadow that controls the kingdom. ILuv kept big plans for her, agreed the term of his labors.
Shiree emerged visibly relieved by the temple, working at an inn was not for her, much better a job as a maid in the house of some noble, it was known that the servants were beautiful object of desire of the lords noble, if one was very lucky he could even become a wife and enter society. This was to aspire Shiree. Influenced and shaped by his Goddess, she wanted nothing more than to live in luxury and splendor.
"One day I will be an important lady, elegant and refined." thought back to his small apartment.
again saw the man on horseback, was not difficult to see, now that was closer, trying to hide his nobility was enough to carefully observe his demeanor and his clothes, anonymous, yes, but elegant.
was decided. He wanted to seduce him. After
seeing what direction he took, he made sure to anticipate running for the narrow, dark city, trying to keep up as much as possible, but when he realized that he lost sight of him, he gave up the idea and retraced his steps .
"This time I failed, but the next will be better." said they entered the inn.
In one corner, sitting at a table - as a mysterious and fortuitous coincidence - there was the mysterious man who was chasing. He did not think twice about it, put on his apron and went immediately to take your order.
"The Lord wants something? She asked with his voice more pleasant.
She saw him wince for a second.
"For the spiced wine, thank you. "Said the man clutching even more in its hood.
"It's hot here, why do not you get off the cloak, you shall be sweating in there. "
" Thank you, but I am divinely. "
man's tone was cold, distant, little inclined to talk.
Shiree turned on his heel and went to the counter, took the wine and served it to him in silence, muted by the mysterious behavior of the young.
"Here you go. "
" Thank you. "
Shiree went off as it had been approached, one of his companions noticed the dejected look of her and asked her if she's okay, if that guy had said some of the ugly, the girl motioned denial of the head, took off his apron and informed the landlord that since that day no longer worked for him. In returning to the inn, he saw a sign, hanging from a window, where it was written they were looking for an apprentice seamstress, went there immediately.
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