Bathtime.
“Well, I should take you back to your father,” said Narg to Mistral. “He did hire me to find you.” “I’m not five years old you know,” she retorted, standing up straight to emphasize her definitely adult body, “to be carried off to Daddy for being a bad girl.” “Well, you have been a bad girl,” said Narg. Mistral stepped closer. “Then you better take me somewhere to punish me hadn’t you?” she said in a low husky voice. “Come on, I know a good Inn,” said Narg making a sudden quick decision. “There’s no immediate rush to report in.” He straightened his pack and walked briskly away through the gates with Mistral by his side. Tulip shook his head quietly, and Gorgus rolled his eyes as they both followed. The town was quiet, with few people moving about. Narg remembered the way to the
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