You slyly look at Farmer Agatha. She looks very ready to you. And quite eager. You produce your spear, and look at her questioningly. The look she returns, you think, is one of admiration. You practice your eyebrow game, inviting her to come closer. She hasn't seen one like it before, she flatters you as she looks it over. Well, she giggles, not in person.
Would she like to hold it, you ask. Out here? Somebody could see, she objects. Let them see, you declare. Let them see and weep in jealousy. She releases Herbert as you place her hands around the shaft, the smell of burning orc warming you inside as you maintain eye contact. She smiles. Quite a solid thing. Must have some heft to it, she says, eliciting a belly laugh from you. Indeed it does, Farmer Agatha, indeed it does.
She really hasn't done this in a while, she blushes a little. Nonsense, you say. She handles it as well you do. A damn sight better than your wife ever did, and there's no shame in saying so. She tilts her head at the scandalous implication, drawing a little closer. Don't get ahead of yourself, Farmer Godwinson, she whispers. The true extent of her skill has yet to be seen. She twirls your spear a little playfully, and you gasp internally. She is quite serious, you believe.
Well. You do believe you know that look in her eye. The spirit is certainly willing now. And you certainly would not object to seeing more of her in action.
[ ] Let's go into the barn. Both of you could stand to learn a thing or two, you dare say. Herbert may watch.
[ ] There is no time to waste. Let the winds take you where they may.
[ ] Perhaps your wife would like to get in on this. The idea is certainly stimulating to say the least. And Farmer Agatha's always been your most agreeable neighbor.
[ ] On the other hand, perhaps you're getting too far into things prematurely. Some tea and periodicals may be in order to work off this excitement.
[ ] She feels a tad underdressed for the occasion, truth be told, especially compared to your grand outfit. Give her a minute, will you?
[ ] Or maybe you are
both a little overdressed, if anything?
[ ] You feel more unsure about things than usual. But then it hits you! And it is brilliant!
Farmer Godwinson, Level 3
- Body count: 8
- Sunday best (not entirely bloodstained!)
- Two homemade orcish sharp daggers
- Four homemade orcish cosmetic daggers
- One homemade orcish spear
- Authentic orcish war axe
- Wood axe
- Mahalee's Cure-All x3
- Saw
- Handful of chicken feed
- Shovel
- Three orcish homemade metal-studded clubs
- Two orcish mass-produced short swords
- A pack of salt
- A flask of oil
- 23 copper pieces of uncertain origin
- Orcish leather travelin' boots x6
Herbert, Level 0
- Complete lack of empathy
- Severe lack of initiative
Farmer Agatha, Level 1
- Farmin' clothes
- One homemade orcish spear
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