Her Majesty's request...
"So", Kitiara said with a soft voice. "What is this job?" she asked. "Queen Takhisis wants you to go out and recruit soldiers for Her Majesty's army. You may have to fight to hook some black robes such as I to Queen Takhisis." the mage replied coldly. "Also she wants you to get mages especially", he included as foreboding as before. He started to walk purposefully away. "Wait!" Kitiara yelled. "What do you want now?" he inquired impatiently. "My money. Nobody swindles me even if a god wants someone to." Kitiara roughly grabbed the hem of his cloak. The mage could not help but see the rich full curve of her breasts. He sucked in his breath catching the scent of sweat and leather taking his attention away from her breasts. "Talk! You dumb fool!" she yelled. As he came to his senses he quickly pulled out two money pouches filled to the brim, "1000 steel in each bag." he whispered. "So I'm to go around recruiting suckers for a spot in "Her Majesty's" army?" she asked with plenty of sarcasm included. "Yes." He rasped. She let go of him and he rubbed his neck where his cloak had torn his skin. "You can go now you worthless worm." She said. The mage quickly held up his hands and formed arcane symbols while at the same time whispering the spidery language of magic. He disappeared into thin air as his spell worked in its weird and foreboding way. 'Goodness what kind of queen tries to swindle the people that do her dirty work.' She thought to herself. She went to an inn called the Diced Pig and bought a room there. Her last thought was, 'I'm rich.' Then she went to a deep and undisturbed sleep.
"So", Kitiara said with a soft voice. "What is this job?" she asked. "Queen Takhisis wants you to go out and recruit soldiers for Her Majesty's army. You may have to fight to hook some black robes such as I to Queen Takhisis." the mage replied coldly. "Also she wants you to get mages especially", he included as foreboding as before. He started to walk purposefully away. "Wait!" Kitiara yelled. "What do you want now?" he inquired impatiently. "My money. Nobody swindles me even if a god wants someone to." Kitiara roughly grabbed the hem of his cloak. The mage could not help but see the rich full curve of her breasts. He sucked in his breath catching the scent of sweat and leather taking his attention away from her breasts. "Talk! You dumb fool!" she yelled. As he came to his senses he quickly pulled out two money pouches filled to the brim, "1000 steel in each bag." he whispered. "So I'm to go around recruiting suckers for a spot in "Her Majesty's" army?" she asked with plenty of sarcasm included. "Yes." He rasped. She let go of him and he rubbed his neck where his cloak had torn his skin. "You can go now you worthless worm." She said. The mage quickly held up his hands and formed arcane symbols while at the same time whispering the spidery language of magic. He disappeared into thin air as his spell worked in its weird and foreboding way. 'Goodness what kind of queen tries to swindle the people that do her dirty work.' She thought to herself. She went to an inn called the Diced Pig and bought a room there. Her last thought was, 'I'm rich.' Then she went to a deep and undisturbed sleep.