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too. This be for all of us,” CaptainGordon
nods towards our party sitting around the table.
    I follow what the other party leader does and introduce us.
“Going around the table, this is Fen, Mason, Matrix, Sir Laurence, Verde, and I
am Lost.”
    “What? You be lost?” The skinny pirate looks at me confused.
    “My name. My name is Lost.”
    “Hah, that be a confusing name,” he nods his head, finally
understanding.
    “Wait! You’re that Lost?! The one from the
tournament?!” Moonkite exclaims in surprise.
    I turn my sight away from the woman, unsure how I am supposed to
respond.
    “Oh, I’m sure you must get that everywhere. Pretend I said
nothing! Anyway, we will be off now, right guildmaster? Shall we meet tomorrow
morning?”
    CaptainGordon clears his throat to get everyone’s attention,
“Right, regardless as to who be who, I will meet y’all at sunrise tomorrow
morn’, in front of this ‘ere inn. Don’t forget to bring yer gold!”
    Just like that the other group leaves, Moonkite dragging their
guildmaster, Mikhail the Stalwart, away. I notice him staring at Fen as we
leave and feel a little concerned. Not for Fen, but for him. Nobody has made a
move on Fen without getting hurt.
    The pirate’s honeyed mead arrives at the table and he cautiously
blows on it to cool it down before taking small sips. Seven of us sit there for
several hours, discussing humorous moments we have been through before. The
only ones who don’t join in are Sir Laurence maintaining his regimen of
silence, and Verde for reasons only obvious to Sir Laurence and I.
    We make sure to add each other as friends before parting ways
and heading up to our rooms for the night. This inn is nowhere near as full as
the ones in Swordbreak, so we easily rent four rooms between us for the night.
Verde in one room, Sir Laurence in the second, Mason and Matrix in the third,
and Fen and I in the last one.
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    I wake up feeling much more clear headed than last night.
Thankfully I did not drink too much so I don’t have any residual effects.
Alcohol in the game will gradually increase the Strength while decreasing
Intelligence, Dexterity, and Agility.
    Despite my clear head, I am incredibly uncomfortable. The air in
the room is incredibly hot and humid, even though it’s only sunrise. I have
long since kicked the bed sheet off, yet perspiration is still covering my body
and causing my clothes to stick to me. To make matters worse, Fen is
practically on top of me with her arms wrapped around me in a steel grip.
    I wriggle from side to side and finally manage to make her roll
off of me. At some stage of her rolling off, the cord tying her holster dress
around her neck comes loose and the already dishevelled dress falls down from
her movement. My eyes turn alert as half her breasts are exposed, the skin
especially pale and pure. I also feel a tingling on the back of my right hand
as her womanly curves are partially exposed less than half an arm’s length
away.
    Fen grumbles as she awakens. I hurriedly try to prevent her from
moving, but she sits straight up before I can stop her and rubs the sleep from
her eyes with one hand. Gravity takes hold on the dress as she does so, and the
top of the dress slides down and collects at her hips.
    I stare wide-eyed at her perfect figure from the side. The way
the base of her back gently curves. Her waspish waist devoid of the slightest
imperfection. The way she props herself up on a single slim arm. The profile of
her breast, a small rosy nib on the end suggestive of forbidden fruit. I can’t
help but feel lust rising in me as I stare at the figure of a creature that men
would wage war over.
    Fen looks down at her body, her face turning as pink as the tips
of her forbidden fruits in embarrassment. She then turns to look at me in
shock, giving me a frontal view. Her peaks bounce slightly as she quickly wraps
her arms around my waist, pulling herself into my