A Neverwinter Nights 2 Fanfic.

ChapterTwo
TheHarbourman
ByAzooozi

A/N: I just want to say thanks to InfamousSharro for your reviews. They're like my biggest motivation for this story! I'm sorry if I messed up all the chapters, but I had to change a few things for the plot. =P But now, back to the story.

Making his way down the hallway, Bishop groaned. He had been traveling through Duskwood a couple of weeks ago, and encountered a group of adventurers. Being half-drunk, he spat insults at them, left and right. Fed up, one of them shot him with an arrow, a wound close to the heart. Every so often he would feel an excruciatingly painful run through his chest, it was almost unbearable. He wouldn't admit anything was wrong though, not even to himself. Falling onto the wall, he clutched at his chest. It hurt so badly. He looked down at his chest—he was bleeding, the crimson fluid seeping through his armour. Getting back up on his feet again, he made his way to his room, slightly leaning on the wall. Before making it half-way there, the sound of foot steps became audible. He then kept walking, his head directed at the ground, trying to he felt a thump against his chest. He had ran into someone, but who?

"Watch where you're going." Came a voice from the person in front of him.

It was actually a quite frightening tone. Focusing his vision, he had noticed it was a woman, probably only a few years younger then him. Then he examined her again, it was Duncans niece. "You were the one who ran into me." The ranger spat back, pissed with the tone she used on him. "And that means you're going to have to apologize to me."

"I don't have to do anything."

"Oh I'm afraid you do. But don't worry, there are plenty of other ways for you to apologize. So, my room?"

The woman looked back at him with an unconvinced look on her face. He had then noticed her present appearance. She was wearing nothing but a half laced tunic, and she was standing barely inches away from him. Unfortunately, the option of bedding her had just passed, as did she. Brushing her shoulder against his, she walked past him. Instinctively, he grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. The then put his arm on her back side, slowly sliding it up her hips. The then moved his hand around to the front, then finally, she grabbed it and pushed him hard against the wall. She was definitely stronger than he had expected and he was rather startled. She then turned around half-smirking, half-growling, and brought her hand up in an obscene gesture. She then continued walking. The ranger chuckled, she was going to be an interesting one.

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The next morning Aura had gotten up early, but to her surprise, so had Neeshka and Khelgar. They both appeared to be sitting at a table near the front counter. He vision was still a bit blurry as she had only woken up a good ten minutes ago, but she could tell it was them. And they were... arguing. Again. From what it sounded like, they were arguing about... Ale?

"What would a teifling know about a good drink?" Khelgar roared as he slammed his tankard hard onto the table.

"More then a dim-witted dwarf like you would! You barely know how to lace your own boots!" The teifling spat back.

"That was once! And what would that have to do with anything anyways!"

"It shows how stupid you are. Thats for one."

"You look here! The only reason I coudn't do me' boots up properly is cause' my fingers were swolen from saving your sorry hide! It was hard to get that tiny thing through the hole with them in the way!"

"Excuses, exuses. You keeping telling yourself that Khelgar."

"Yeah Khelgar. You keep telling yourself that." Aura added, trying to get in-between their conversation.

"Lass, please dont encourage them. They've been at this all morning... "

Looking behind her she saw Duncan, and he looked... terrible. Bags under his eyes, ruffled up hair. Had he even slept yet?

"Woah. What in the Nine Hells happened to you?" The woman asked, trying to hold in the laugh that was threatening to burst out.

"Been up all night cleaning up... Health inspectors comin' round' today... " He said in a dreary tone, he then continued, "... and by the gods, you over there! Use the bathroom!"

"If this is how they act at six in the morning, I can't wait to see how they act, 10 o'clock at night after a couple of kegs've been smashed."

"Trust me, you don't." The half-elf finished, leaving to clean up the other side of the room.

Taking a seat at next to Neeshka, followed by throwing her face and arms on the table, half asleep. Pushing herself back up, she glanced at Khelgar and Neeshka who were surprised by her sudden action.

"You know you can go back to bed, right?" the teifling asked, with an amused look on her face.

"Can't... Gotta' go visit the infamous 'Theives of the Docks' today," the aasimar responded with a yawn.

Khelgar, unhapphy with the womans choice, sighed. "Those theives are just goin' to backstab us sooner or or later. I hope ye' know what ye're doin'."

"I'd rather not be one of Neverwinters hounds... So the theives sound like the best choice," She said bittetly, with a show of disgust on her face, "I'm gonna' go alone today, so you guys can do whatever while I'm gone."

Standing up, she made her way to the door, leaving out to the streets of Neverwinter.

Almost a week had passed, when Aura came bursting into the tavern, with a feisty red-head at her side—both with furious looks on her faces. The aasimars backpack had seemed awfully big, laced material seeping through the sides. Finding Neeshka and Elanee conveniently sitting at the table in front, they rushed over to them. They both looked back at her and Qara with perplexed looks on their faces. Finally Aura broke the silence, "I need you guys to come with me for a minute."

The two women, confused with the womans request, reluctantly followed the aasimar and the sorceress into her room. After closing the door, she then slid the backpack of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She then dug her hands into the bag and pulled out four dresses. Handing them out, she sighed. She then ran her hand through her hair, saying, "As of today... we will be working at Neverwinters finest brothel." with strong disdain in her voice.

"I beg your pardon? ...did you say brothel?" Elanee blurted out incredulously.

"Yep. I'm afraid we're gonna be working as whores for a while," she answered with a disgusted look on her face. Both the elf and the teifling took the dresses given to them. They were big, poofy, and revealing.

She then continued, "The worst part, are the actual dresses. How in the hells are you supposed to put this on?"

Qara held out the dress in front of her. She then slid her clothes off, pulling the dress up around her waist. Tightning the corset, she looked at the other two women. "That's how you put a dress like this on, see?" She replied with a tone of superiority, "Not that I'd expect any of you to know."

"And that comes from experience I assume?" Aura spat back, gritting her teeth with a grin.

Surprisingly enough, Aura got along well with the ignorant girl - Although slightly annoyed with the fact that she had almost burned down Duncans inn. Duncan was the only family member she got along with. At least watching her clean down tables was amusing. For a while, they had been practicing many different spells on Watchmen, burning them to a crisp. Although sometimes she got annoying, bragging on about how gifted she was. But Aura didn't mind, she was gifted too. Although, gifted, wasn't the best word for it.

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny. Anyways, who's next? The quicker we get this done, the better." The sorceress said while pressing down the sides of her dress.

Qara made her way over to the teifling first, stripping off her clothes, and then pulling the dress over the top of her. Tying up the various parts of the dress, Qara finally finished, standing back to admire her job, "There. Perfect. Now just two more to go."

"You know, I thought a noble would have manners." Neeskha said, rolling her eyes. Annoyed at the fact that the girl just took of her clothes. "How old are you anyways?"

"Nine-teen. What does it matter?" Qara hissed back.

"Tsk. Tsk. Children shouldn't be working in whorehouses, you know."

"Oh shut up."

The sorceress then made her way over to Elanee, gripping her hands onto the robe she was wearing. In an instant, the druidess took the sides of her robes and pushed them together tightly, angering the sorceress. Turning her head away from the girl, she blurted out, "I dont think I can do this... It's not... right."

"I never knew you had a thing against whores?" the aasimar asked, tilting one eyebrow down in curiousity.

"Yeah, I'm with her. Anyways, I thought elves liked to... experiment." The teifling added, smirking.

"Who cares? Do you want then dress on or not?" Qara asked impatiently.

The elf then turned her face to the aasimar. The woman looked at her, a pleading look painted on her face. The druidess was way to naive. She turned her head back to the red-head and nodded.
After the dress was on, the only one left was Aura. Tossing her dress to Qara, she brought her hands to her head, fingering the peice of material that was holding her hair up. Finally free, waterfalls of hair flowed down her neck, all the way to her back. She then grasped onto the armour, shelled around her body. Unfastening the buckles of the armour, it all plunged to the floor, piled around her feet. She was then left with only a tunic and a pair of leather shorts. Making do with the shorts, she was left with only the tunic, barely longer then her upper thigh. She then directed her vision to the sorceress, motioning with her arms to hurry up.

Qara held out the dress infront of her, confounded with the design. It was so complicaeted, yet so perfect. How many different weapons could the woman hide in that? All she could hide was a dagger or two. And who in the Nine Hells were they all supposed to kill? Qara sighed, alteast she could burn down the brothel if things went wrong.

She then made her way to the aasimar with the dress clutched in her fingers - The woman taking of her tunic at the time. She then lifted the dress over the top, pulling it down. The aasimar pulled her legs through the fishnet stockings, reaching just abover her lower thighs. She then let the girl fasten them to the dress, which was shining a silvery grey colour. Sliding on the ankle high boots, Qara tightened up the corset. With the dress finally on, Aura fell back onto the bed, exhailing from a deep breath. Almost done.

Making their way out of the bedroom, the four women entered the main room of the tavern. The looks they were given, were not the nicest of looks. They were rather... disturbing. Then came Duncan, appearing to be quite confused. The expression then changed to disapproving. "What in the nine hells are you wearing?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands down to the dress she was wearing.

"Er... clothes..."

"Clothes?"

"Yeah... I'm kinda busy, so I think I'll get goi-"

"I don't want you out there wearing that!"

Who'd he think he was? Her father? No. Her father wouldn't have cared. Either way he wasn't going to let it go. The woman then wrapped her arms around the half-elf. Holding him tight, she mocked a voice of appreciation, "Aw, thank you Uncle Duncan. I've never had anyone care about me like that," she then pulled back and looked gazing into his eyes, smiling, "Don't worry about me, I'm a grown woman. I know what I'm doing."

The innkeeper pulled away and sighed, "I guess you're right, lass. Sorry. I'm just... worried about you."

Smiling, the aasimar replied, "You don't have to worry. I know what I'm doing."

A/N: Well that was that chapter. The next one is finally a new one so I hope you'll enjoy it! R&R. Pwease.. :3.