Sweet Cherry Wine
Bjorke related the highlights of the report to Edrick. Frowning, Edrick demanded to know why it was taking so long for the Shaman to complete his task. Bjorke shrugged. “He said he needed to meditate.”
“He could have meditated a gnome into a hat by now!” He scowled for a moment, and it was all Bjorke could do to keep a straight face at his expression.
“I’m sorry to leave you again so soon, Edrick, but I have some business I have neglected for too long. I must go to Booty Bay, and to the Barrens.”
Taking her in his arms, he kissed her, gently at first, but then his passion deepened. She melted in his embrace, ignoring the screaming in her head and the churning in her stomach. When he finally put her down, her lips were swollen from his kisses. She caught her breath, gathered her belongings and left. If she stopped, or even spoke, Bjorke knew she might not be able to control the swirling in her head.
She stopped by her apartment. She took off her tabard, folded it neatly, and put it in her cupboard. Then she changed into plain clothes. The pouch of gold retrieved and stowed in her bag, and she was ready to go. Read the rest of this entry »
