The young girl clutched tightly to her cloak as she ran through the mud covered streets. A downpour had started and she sought cover at the local pub. The sound of music and laughter could be heard from outside. She lowered her hood and made her way inside.
Many smells overwhelmed her, none of them pleasant. A group of dirty men filled the corner all drinking and yelling. She looked around for the person she wanted. Everything depended on finding him.
After scanning the whole crowd she gave up and sat at the bar.
I thought Oujay said he would be here.
No sooner did she give up that he came through the door looking as grotesque as ever. It would be hard getting this job done.
He stumbled over and sat next to her at the bar. She pretended not to notice him ogling her body. Of course the outfit she wore was purposely chosen to seduce this slime ball.
"Hello there pretty girl. What's your name?"
She turned to him. "Who me?"
He leaned in close and she could smell his horrendous breath. It took everything not to hurl in his face.
"Do I see any other beautiful women sitting alone at the bar? What's your name gorgeous?"
"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." She made sure her voice was like silk, soft and sexy. She crossed her legs and opened her cloak to reveal more skin.
"I like the feisty ones. The name's Jarek."
"My name is Lalam. You come here much? I haven't seen you around." She played with her hair acting uninterested.
"Nah, not much, but that's cuz I haven't seen you around before."
Lalam smiled. "Oh stop." She playfully put her hand on his waist. That did the trick. He would be wrapped around her finger in no time. Men were so easy to manipulate. "So how do you make your living? Not much going on around here."
He seemed to become uneasy and Lalam was worried she lost him. Reel him back in, you can't let the others down.
"I'm in the trade business." He was vague.
Lalam smiled. "Interesting. I'm a dancer."
His face lit up. "You don't say?"
Lalam got off the stool. "Just sit back and relax, Jarek."
The musicians knew to play a slow one for her. She made her way around the bar moving to the music and every eye was on her. Her body captivated the room. At the end of the song she made sure to sit on Jarek's lap and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"That was something else."
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "That's not all I can do. Let's say we go to your place."
He looked hesitant again.
"What's the matter? You got something to hide?"
He shook his head. "No we can leave."
Got him. She thought with a smile.
He had a horse waiting outside and she climbed on after him. She made sure to hold on tightly to the right spot. As they were riding she looked back to see if they were following.
They rode for a long time out into the middle of nowhere and then through a forest.
"Are we getting close? I don't want to be tired when we get there."
"Almost there."
They came upon old abandoned ruins and he stopped.
"This is it. Now should I wait for your friends to arrive or should I kill you now?"
He said it so casually that Lalam didn't have time to panic. He grabbed her before she could escape and put his hand over her mouth. He put his cheek against her and mocked her.
"Thought you could trick me? The trick is on you. My friends are waiting in the woods to surprise your ragtag bunch following us. You played the part well but I knew better. We all know the Oujay Mercenaries are after us."
Lalam struggled in his grasp but it was no use. He was huge and strong.
He dragged her inside the ruins where a group of bandits sat around a fire.
"Hey boys, got us another wench. Pretty soon we can set off to sellin them."
I'm so sorry everyone. I failed you.