Chapter 2-3

Across the bar, Anjanette had already picked out the big-time player. He was physically unremarkable and his curly unwashed brown hair and awkward manner would have made him normally repulsive – but he had a huge crowd of adventurers hanging on his every word, which together with the out-of-place scar across his cheek, confirmed that he was a big-name adventurer. Cementing this fact was the ornate robes he wore and the glitzy staff that leaned against the table. Exactly the guy she needed.

“Stegosaurus aren’t nearly as big as people think, you see,” he was explaining. “I mean sure, they’re big, but to hear some of the tales...”

Anjanette sat down next to the big shot, parting the crowd like a knife parts butter that is in awe of the knife’s sex appeal. She put one arm around the adventurer, immediately cutting off his story, and trailed her free hand down the front of his ornate robes. “Are you...” she said.

“Orlin of the Seven Stars, mage of the sixth circle?” he answered for her.

“I thought so,” said Anjanette. Of course, she had never heard of the guy before. She put on her best ‘sexy’ voice, copied from countless pornographic ilscs. “I’ve heard so much about you... I’m sort of an adventurer too, and you’re just such an inspiration for me...” Twirling her hair into knots, she gave the look of meek lust that virginal adventurers went crazy for.

“Really? Are you a mage as well?” he asked. She noticed that all the surrounding men were watching closely, as if taking notes from the master in action.

“No, more of a warrior,” she said.

“Well, uh, my group is actually looking for a warrior...” Orlin said. Apparently he thought her chest would prove perfect for the warrior position.

Anjanette giggled girlishly. “That would be great. Oh, but I’m sort of busy with a big quest at the moment.” She moved closer, until she was practically sitting on Orlin’s lap. “I’m looking for the Tomes of Rendai. You know anything about that?”

“The Tomes?” Orlin gasped. “You shouldn’t be going after that. It’s too big a quest even for me.”

“I think I can take it,” she said. Anjanette was trying not to let her mirth seep into her voice. “So, have you heard anything about them?”

“Well... the rumour around here is, that there’s an old druid up in the Dutchy of Linebar who’s guarding over one. You know, keep it out of the hands of those who would use it for evil, and all that.”

“Thanks,” Anjanette said, greatfully skipping away. She resisted the urge to insult the guy, if only because he probably was a good mage if nothing else. Instead, she muttered something like. “See ya later” and grabbing Leonas by the arm.

The rest of the group gave Orlin a round of high-fives and thumbs up. “Adventurer girls are hot!" one of them said nasally.

“We’ve got our lead, now let’s get out of here,” Anjanette said, wrinkling her nose.

“Can’t I finish my drink first?” Leonas asked, but by that time she was already out the door.

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