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>>31687688
You are Norman Niemand. Winter is fast approaching, but with it comes festive cheer. King’s Day in particular is only a few weeks away, and with that comes the celebration of the King’s memory and his role in the saving of humanity against the dreaded Elves. It’s a time to share, a time to laugh, and a time to return home from adventures and be with family.

For Marigold Merriweather, her family was right at home in bed stricken with Magic Rot.

You leant on the counter, looking away but listening in on Apothecary Abaddon and Marigold discuss Mister Randall the Red’s condition.

“Now, Magic Rot is something that most youth in their days can endure. It’s not a curable disease unfortunately, but most live it out and in time their ability to perform magic occurs on its own in say a few months at most,” said Apothecary Abaddon as he put on his robe for the cold weather outside.

Marigold however, was more worried, playing with her hands and looking around. “But… Apothecary. What about my father?”

>>31687699
“Do you want me to speak honestly?” he asked. Marigold nodded. “I’ll be surprised if he makes it to King’s Day.” Marigold blinked, placing her hands over her mouth. “I apologize Miss Merriweather, but that’s the reality. Older folk like Randall the Red need that magic to keep them going in their old age. Without it, they haven’t a snowflake’s chance in a volcano of surviving.”

“Is there anything you can do?” asked Marigold, her eyes penetrating into Apothecary Abaddon’s soul.

Apothecary Abaddon shook his head, crossing his arms. “You’d need King’s Drop. It only grows in Xalfacia in the territory of the Elves, I don’t imagine they’d be keen to let you in. Not to mention that it’s two weeks travel to and from.” Apothecary Abaddon looked down, sighing. “I’m sorry, Miss Merriweather.”

Marigold nodded, turning around and looking down at the floor as she walked back upstairs.

Apothecary Abaddon looked at you, still frowning. “Mister Niemand, Randall has been an influence on my works I must admit. Wish him well for me.”

> “Will do, Apothecary.”
> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”
> “If Death wants him, he’ll be in for a fight.”
> Write in

>>31687712
>> “Will do, Apothecary.”

>>31687712
>> “If Death wants him, he’ll be in for a fight.
Joke but stare at him.
> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”
> “If Death wants him, he’ll be in for a fight.

>>31687712
>“Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”

>>31687712
>> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”
>> “If Death wants him, he’ll be in for a fight.”

>>31687712
> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”

> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”

Apothecary Abaddon nods, shrugging. “Honestly, it’s an old wive’s tale. The King’s Drop flower is often said to be a magical cure-all when applied correctly but I’ve never laid eyes on one myself. Heck, I’ve never seen an elf myself either so they could myths too for all I care.”

You nod. “Well, I suppose if Death wants Mister Randall, he’ll have to take him in his sleep. There’ll be a fight if he’s awake.”

“Ha!” Apothecary Abaddon smiles, placing his hands into his pockets. “That’s just like Randall. You take care of yourself Mister Niemand, if you ever need me-“

“I think I’ll take the back alley surgeon, Apothecary.”

Apothecary Abaddon smirks, wagging his finger at you. “Ah, you remember that.” He waves you goodbye then heads out the door into the gentle falling snow.

You check the time, almost lunch. What should you do?

> Clay’s taking stock, check in on him perhaps.
> Check in on Mister Randall.
> Head out for lunch break
> Man the counter
> Write in

>>31687712
> “Will do, Apothecary.”
> “Is King’s Drop all that’s needed?”

>>31687981
> Check in on Mister Randall.

>>31687981
>> Clay’s taking stock, check in on him perhaps.
>> Check in on Mister Randall.

>>31687981
> Clay’s taking stock, check in on him perhaps.
then
> Head out for lunch break

Good relations are important, but I ain't missing lunch.

>>31687981
>Write in
See if you can't write to your parents, air-headed and flighty adventurers they may be, but they'll probably take a break for the holidays

...right?

>>31688086
We may be better served asking them to pick us up some King's Drop.
Spin it as an adventure, and we'll have that flower within the week.

>>31687981
>>31688086
Actually it's a good idea, ask if they can the King drop?

>>31687981
>Mail your parents about King's drop

>>31688086
>>31688121
>>31688124
That is a good idea, i change my vote to this.

>>31688086
This.

> Write in

You decide to pull out a piece of paper and then walk over to the mailing dragon outside. You quickly stamp the seal of the persons you want to send it to, then begin writing out your letter.

Dear Mother and Father,

I hope this letter is finding you two well. I’m still working here at Mister Randall’s Clay’s Potions and Solutions Magic Shop here in the High City of Imperial City. I’ve written you two of my dates the past few weeks with Galena Garrison. She’s certainly a very attractive woman as you may ask, Mother, and I’m sure if you two met you would like each other.

If you’re coming to visit for King’s Day, I do ask a favor of you. Mister Randall has come down with a very vicious case of Magic Rot, which unfortunately threatens to kill him. The only way to potentially save him is King’s Drop. I know such a thing only remains a legend since they’re as rare as Elves, but if you happen to come across one or have found one in your travels, perhaps you could send it here so Mister Randall can be cured.

I apologize for turning this letter to you into a request but Mister Randall’s situation seems desperate. Write back to me as soon as you can.

Your loving son,
Norman Niemand

You roll the paper up and hold it up to the little mail dragon. He takes the roll of paper into his claws, then ignites it in green flames, sending the sparkling ashes off to your parents where they will be reformed back into the letter.

Clay phases in onto your shoulder, curiously tilting your head. “Writing a letter to your parents?” You nod. “Do you really think they will return with King’s Drop?”

“Does it exist?”

“Yes,” said Clay. “I should know, I’m old enough to have seen the King in person. Mind you, he was trying to kill me but that’s irrelevant.”

> “My parents are the best adventurers there are. We’ll have something by tonight.”
> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”
> Write in

>>31688338
>“For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-traveled.”

>>31688338
>“For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”

Tell us more of your adventures, cat.

>>31688338
> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”

Maybe the cat will know somewhere better to find King's Drop?

>>31688338
> “My parents are the best adventurers there are. We’ll have something by tonight.”
then to clay
> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”

>>31688338
> Write in
"If it exist... Do you think it's possible to trade for it? There is probably some kind of healer or a collector of elven items who has one, right?"

>>31688338
>> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”

>>31688338
>> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”
Praise the spellcat!

> “For an unassuming Spellcat, you seem well-travelled.”

You lean back on the counter, Clay sitting on the shelf in back. “Spellcats like myself are generally very introverted and shy. We use our powers to keep it that way. Functionally speaking, we’re immortal.”

You nod. “How so?”

“I’m not sure.” Clay lies down, hanging his ghostly tail off the edge. “The secret to our existence is unfortunately lost to us.”

You shrug. “I suppose that’s understandable.” You blink, snapping your finger. “But the King? You met him?”

“It used to be sport to hunt us, yes.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Unfortunately, you’d probably be here for days if I were to state his full name, excepting titles.”

“Ah,” you say, scratching your chin. “Figures. Well, that’s actually pretty interesting Clay. Never knew that about you. Heck, you could probably write all this stuff down if you wanted to.”

“Well,” said Clay as he sat up, stretching himself a bit. “I suppose I could. Ghostly though, can’t really do it myself.”

With that, the mail dragon scratches at the door. You quickly walk over and open it up. He spits out two letters from you. One bearing your family’s seal, probably from your parents, and one bearing Galena Garrison’s seal. You pet the dragon on the head, and he purrs in response, joyfully.

> Read Galena’s letter first
> Read Parent’s letter first
> Get back to manning the shop
> Talk to Clay further
> Write in

No one else want to check if you can somehow trade for the King's Drop?

Come on, we're merchant, There got to be a way to get it by using capitalism. Even if it's a chain of deal, or sending adventurers to get it.

>>31688734
>> Read Parent’s letter first

>>31688734
>Read Parent’s letter first

>>31688734
> Read Parent’s letter first
Galena's very dear to us, but there is a man's life on the line

>>31688734
>Read Parent’s letter first

>>31688745

Wrong. We are the explored workforce, Randall is the merchant.

>>31688790

Ah, yes...because reading the letters in a different order will obviously change Randall's state.

>>31688734
>> Read Parent’s letter first
Business before pleasure.

>>31688825
Not that anon but it's better to know now then later

>>31688801
too bad he's dying. I say we check if he doesn't have a trader of rare/exotic substance in his contacts. He's a wizard, so he must know someone who fit the bill.

>>31688734
> Read Parent’s letter first

>>31688825
Because if we learn a bad new after reading our girlfriend's letter, it will ruin our mood. But if we read it after, it will bring a little joy

>>31688916

That...

I can't argue with that. Hm.

>>31688745
Shit is so rare the city's apothecary thinks it a legend.

> Read Parent’s letter first

Dear Norman,

Watch out.

Sincerely, your loving parents.


You blink, raising your eyebrow.

Wait.

You quickly step back from the door. After a few seconds, it flies open, your parents rolling in full adventurer regalia, cloaks flowing and weapons clinking as they stand to a heroic pose. “We’re here!” yells your Father.

>>=[| NORTON NIEMAND AND NORA NIEMAND |]=<<
>>=[| Adventurer couple and parents |]=<<

Your mother grins, dusting herself off. “Boy, this is a nice shop you got here, Norman!”

You nod. “Thanks, mother.” You motion over to Clay. “That’s Clay, he takes stock here.”

“Ooooh!” Mother and Father lean over, observing Clay with great curiosity. He looks at them as if they were nuts. Mother snaps her finger, suddenly remembering. “Oh yeah, you said some old geezer is dying of Magic Rot, right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You don’t happen to have King’s Drop now do you?”

“No,” said Father as he crossed his arms. “Nora here is an excellent healer however. With her help, she may be able to at least keep the old man stable until he can ride out the disease.” He smirks, looking at her. “I mean, you sure kept me stable when I almost disintegrated from that acid blast from that Emperor Cobra.”

Nora blushes, waving him off. “Oh, stop it you.”

> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”
> “Please don’t embarrass me in front of Miss Merriweather or Galena.”
> write in

>>31689061
>> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
>> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”

>>31689061
>> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
As always, HUGS!

>>31689061

Well, I'm glad we read the letters in that order now!

> “I appreciate you coming you two.”

>>31689061
>“I mean, you sure kept me stable when I almost disintegrated from that acid blast from that Emperor Cobra.”
>Nora blushes, waving him off. “Oh, stop it you.”
Based parents are based. Even if they are nuts.

> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
Also
>Read Galena's letter.

>>31689061
> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”
We do appreciate them coming, and really do hope we're not troubling the two of them.

>>31689061
> “I appreciate you coming you two.”

The third option is probably pointless because they'd do it even if we asked them not to, cause they're parents, it's how they work.

>>31689061
> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”

>>31689061
> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”
> write in
"This apothecary should really find another job."

>>31689061

> “I appreciate you coming you two.”

>>31689061
hmm. Second option sounds insencere to me. They are his parents, after all. But so many anons voting for it, so i guess it has something to do with my family then.

>>31689061
>“I appreciate you coming you two.”

>>31689263
It's feels to me more like being polite, their out adventuring and doing stuff. In a bid to be independent and to ask them to take time off to do a reuest from us even if we're family, it still feels polite to do so.

> “I appreciate you coming you two.”
> “I hope I’m not troubling you two.”

“I appreciate you guys coming, I hope I’m not troubling you are or anything.”

“Nothing doing!” yells your Father as he takes you into a very constricting bear hug. “You’re our son!”

“That’s right!” says your Mother as she wraps her arms around you and your Father as well from behind. “We’re here for you as long as you need us!”

“…” you cough. “I’m not gonna be here for long if you don’t let go of me!”

Father laughs as he drops you, letting you catch your breath for a second before slapping you on the back. “Oh, Norman! Still have that wisecracking of yours. Show us to the old man, will you?”

With that, you head upstairs then to Mister Randall’s room. You knock quickly, to which Miss Merriweather says, “It’s open!”

“Good!” Your father bursts through. “Behold! The Niemand Adventurer Couple!”

Your mother slides in, holding a bag of medicines, herbs, and surgical tools. “I am Nora Niemand and I’m here to make sure you don’t die of this magic rot of yours!”

Mister Randall is sitting in bed, clad in a white robe. He looks at you, questioningly. You shrug. “Parents,” You say.

Mister Randall nods, grunting. Miss Merriweather smiles at you, sitting at Mister Randall’s bedside.

> Go back to manning the counter
> Stay with your parents and Randall the Red
> Read Galena’s letter
> Write in

>>31689335
>> Go back to manning the counter

>>31689335
> Go back to manning the counter
> Read Galena’s letter

>>31689335
>> Read Galena’s letter
> Go back to manning the counter

>>31689335
> Go back to manning the counter
> Read Galena’s letter

>>31689335
>Go back to manning the counter
> Read Galena’s letter
Read the letter when we're nice and safe at the counter.

>>31689335

>> Read Galena’s letter

>>31689335
>Read Galena’s letter

>>31689335
> Go back to manning the counter
> Read Galena’s letter
>Write in
"I'll let you get to work. If you need me, I'll be manning the counter."

>>31689335
>> Read Galena’s letter

>>31689385
You still have your trip on...

>>31689508
Nothing wrong with having trips.

>>31689508
Sorry about that.

This Quest is awesome!

>>31689557
What's the trip for?

>>31689598
I was doing my Quest and I forgot to remove it.

> Go back to manning the counter
> Read Galena’s letter

You’re back at the counter when you unroll Galena’s letter. It’s covered in a blacked out ink, and after deciphering much of it, you manage to make out a message.

Dear Mister Norman,

I do not tend to write much, so I will try and keeep keep this as brief as pos posss I can. I hope Kings Day is finding you good well and that you are hopefully spending time with your family. These past few weeks between us have been magical wonderful good amazing I liked these past few weeks.

Unfortunately, my duty to protect Lord Leandros Lysandros Layton Lamarr L must take precedence. Please do not taki take this the wrong way. I love like love like admire you very much, Norman. But this split between you and my duty is tearing me apart.

I hope we can find happiness in each other.

I hope we can kiss.

I hope

Please write to me often, as I still work at the palace.

Sincerely yours,
Guardswoman Galena Gavina Garrison


You frown a little, placing the letter on the counter. The mail dragon comes back and quickly burps out another letter to you.

Dear Mister Niemand,

Please come and visit Galena. This business of her choosing between you and duty is ridiculous. She’s literally free to leave whenever she wants. I’d like for her to be happy.

Yours,
Lord Lamarr

P.S. Too lazy to write the full title.


You chuckle a little.

> Keep manning the counter
> Break for lunch
> Check on Mister Randall
> Write in

>>31689745
>> Keep manning the counter
Work is good. Work let's us know we're alive.

>>31689745
>> Keep manning the counter
We can check after our shift is over

>>31689745
>Galena's letter
wut? does she have an eight year old sister who could've written that letter?

>>31689745
>> Check on Mister Randall
Then
> Break for lunch and take Gallena with you to talk over lunch.

>>31689745
>Write-in
Look up, any customers? If no, write a letter saying the parents are in town and you'd like to introduce them to her after work. The Lord can also meet them if he so wish.

>Dear Mister Norman,
>I do not tend to write much, so I will try and keeep keep this as brief as pos posss I can. I hope Kings Day is finding you good well and that you are hopefully spending time with your family. These past few weeks between us have been magical wonderful good amazing I liked these past few weeks.
>Unfortunately, my duty to protect Lord Leandros Lysandros Layton Lamarr L must take precedence. Please do not taki take this the wrong way. I love like love like admire you very much, Norman. But this split between you and my duty is tearing me apart.
>I hope we can find happiness in each other.
>I hope we can kiss.
>I hope
>Please write to me often, as I still work at the palace.
>Sincerely yours,
>Guardswoman Galena Gavina Garrison
Does anyone else find her spelling errors and stuttering wonderful

>>31689745
> Check on Mister Randall
> Write in
Ask your parents if they don't have a better version of Galena's favorite weapon they could sell to us. If they have, buy it, put it in gift wrap and send it to Galena with a letter saying how much we like her and that we'll never ask her to chose between her duty and us.

>>31689715
Well, duh. What is your quest?

>>31689909
Not really. It's pretty stupid. You don't stutter when writing fucking words. Unless you have Parkinsons.

>>31689745
>> Keep manning the counter


It's sweet but we're on the clock right now. Norman's worth ethic is his endearing trait.

>>31689870
It might have been as gushy and mushy and embarrassing that we would have never believed it was from her.

and get a secondary mail to ignore/burn the letter

>>31689937
>>31689909
She isn't stuttering. She is insecure.

>>31689953
It's still stupid and makes no sense.

>>31689953
Oh, I the word for it escaped me. so I put down stuttering

>>31689909
It is kind of adorable. When we meet her next we should tell her we "love like love like admire" her too.

>>31689909
I am sure there is someone who would, definitely not me. It is hard to be more retarted while writing than when you are talking. She can talk just fine. It's wacky as fuck

>>31689969
I think those were the crossed out words, she wasn't stuttering but Norman having deciphered what she crossed out

>>31689969
What stuttering?

>>31689969
It not that, this is just the readable portion of a heavily revised and over blotted letter. If OP had more time and word count, he'd use spoilers to simulate the blotting more accurately.

>>31690001
That makes most sense.

>>31690001
>>31690011
Oh she has no education. I see now. Thank you.

>>31689927

Renegade Prince Quest

Sorry for the unwelcome advertisement, German

>>31689969
As the others told you: You are stupid.

>>31689745
> Keep manning the counter
if no one else shows up, then
> Write in
Write back to Galena
>>31689909
i can see her blush all the while she wrote that letter.

>>31690038
Not really. It was a legitimate complaint.

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> Keep manning the counter

You lean forward on the counter, humming to yourself a little.

Then the door rings open. You look up to see Miss Eckhardt walk in, clothed in a great cloak and carrying a few books. “Ah, hello Mister Niemand.”

“Miss Eckhardt,” you say. “Good to see you.”

Eckhardt smiles, adjusting her glasses a little. “You as well. How’s Mister Randall doing?”

“Well,” you say. “My parents are working with him. He might be able to make the night, may even last through this bout of magic rot he has.”

“Excellent,” she says.

“What are you doing here, though?” you ask. “I don’t normally see a librarian come for potions. Unless you’re looking for intelligence potions.”

“No, no,” she says. “Just here to buy a few potions.”

> “Can I recommend you anything?”
> “Can I ask what?”
> Write in

>>31690064
>> “Can I ask what?”

>>31690064
> “Can I ask what?”

>>31690064
>What kind of potions would you like?
Of course we can ask, how the hell are we going to give her what she wants without asking.

>>31690059
For the retarded, maybe. He outright states that it is heavily revised.

>>31690064
> “Can I recommend you anything?”

>>31690106
I was supposed to spoiler tag all the mistakes but then I didn't.

Whoops.

>>31690064
>“Can I ask what?”

>>31690064
>> “Can I recommend you anything?”

>>31690140
Not your fault he is an idiot. You fucking up, though, is.

>>31690140
This is adorable.
>>31689745
>These past few weeks between us have been magical wonderful good amazing I liked these past few weeks.
>I love like love like admire you very much, Norman

>>31690210
It really is. I'm glad we chose Galena. She is best girl.

>>31690200
calm down anon. no need for the hate. everyone messes up.
I know all to well about that

> “Can I ask what?”

You say, “What kind of potions?”

She shrugs. “Health, strength, usual adventurer set.”

“Oh?” you say. You cross your arms, frowning a little. “What’s up?”

Eckhardt sighs, leaning on the counter, her back to you. “My brother’s down in Janine in the South. He wants me to join him in adventuring down there.” She gestures lazily, looking out the window. “To be honest, it might seem like I’m not having it, but… I’m curious. The experience at least, finally getting to go on that one grand adventure of your life?”

You nod. “Well, my parents certainly do it all the time.”

“Yeah but-“ Eckhardt pauses, adjusting her glasses again. “People like you and me. We’re not adventurer types. I mean, surely you thought about going on a great adventure.”

You say, “Actually no. I’m honestly not really that interested.”

“Hmph,” says Eckhardt. “Of course.”

> “You should go.”
> “You should stay.”
> Write in

>>31690330
>Bring her the potions first so she will buy them regardless.
>"Do whatever you feel best for you."

>>31690330
> “You should go.”

>>31690330
>"You should do whatever you want to."

>>31690330
>“You should go.”
"It's a good opportunity to explore the world outside of books, I guess. You might also end up getting some inspiration."

>>31690330
> “You should go.”

She gets to spend some time with her family, and it might be fun.

>>31690330
>“You should go.”

"If you feel like going it's not my place to stop you."

>>31690330
> “You should go.”
try it at least once in your life.

>>31690395
This, but also:

"It may give you some material with which to write you own tales"

>>31690330
>Do you feel is best and maybe you should ask some real adventurers, again my parents are here so maybe you should talk to them to get a clearer picture.

>Also sell potions

>>31690330
>>31690374
This.

Maybe tell her to ask an adventure's opinion first

>>31690330
> “You should go.”
Ask if she wants to meet our dad? He should have some advice for her.

> “You should go.”

“You ever ask your brother what it’s like?”

Eckhardt nods. “Of course, he and I are pretty close despite his profession. He tells it’s this wild… thing of theirs.” She sighs. “I’m kind of jealous honestly.”

You say, “Well, you know, maybe you should try it. Heck, make a couple of good stories even.”

Eckhardt smiles, looking at you. “You think so?”

You shrug. “You seem like a fine writer to me.”

“Heh.” Eckhardt crosses her arms. “Well, I suppose that’s a good argument, Mister Niemand. Might be worth a try to develop that thesis.” She hops off from the counter and starts picking up potions off the shelves. Health, strength, intelligence, and cure-all potions. The standard adventurer set. She sets the fifteen potions down on the counter. Should total about 150 Gold pieces.

> “Good luck.”
> “Anything else?”
> Write in

>>31690600
>"Good Luck"
>Write in

"If you send me the manuscripts of your tales, I'll do my best to edit and organize them."

We Magical Publishing House Quest Now

>>31690600
>“Good luck.”

>>31690330
> Write in
"Do what you feel is best for you. But, if I may ask, what would you do in an adventuring party?"

>>31690600
> “Anything else?”

> “Good luck.”

You say, “Good luck. Hope you’re doing what you feel is right, Miss Eckhardt.”

“Sure, Mister Niemand,” she says, opening up an inventory rift and then quickly dispensing the cash. “I’ll see about writing those tales, maybe I’ll send one to you if it comes up.”

You chortle. “I’d like that, Miss Eckhardt. I hope you take care of yourself,” you say.

“Of course, Mister Niemand.” She places the potions into the inventory rift then zips it up. She offers her hand to you. You shake it vigorously. “And hey, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a complete pervert.”

“Gee thanks.” You wave goodbye to her as Eckhardt walks out of the store, humming a little tune to herself.

> Keep manning the counter
> Break for lunch
> Check in on Mister Randall
> See what Clay’s up to
> Write in

>>31690890
> Break for lunch
Grab something for our mother, the old man and the other old man.

>>31690890
>> Break for lunch
>have lunch with Galena

>>31689909
I read it as the extra words were there because the previous ones were blotted out. We can see the changes she made depending on what she wanted to write. I liked that.

Honestly though, she should have used a new piece of paper after all the mistakes.

>>31690890
>> Keep manning the counter

> Break for lunch

You let the people upstairs know you’re going to break for lunch. Marigold takes your position at the counter as you leave into the frosty cold streets. Snow is piling into the streets as you walk. Several centuries ago, snowfall would have been met with some fright and terror. Now though, it’s cheery. You can even see some kids forming snowball fights, tossing snowballs at each other as carriages and horses pass by.

You remember when you were like that. You never did hit anyone with a snowball. Kind of a bad shot if you asked yourself.

You arrive at the tavern, placing some gold down for lunch to be served to you. A nice bowl of ribs and leafy greens, along with a pint of ale, is placed down for you.

You look around, seems like Willmot is dancing again to the music with other patrons.

> Continue eating lunch
> Dance
> Go somewhere else (Specify)
> Head back to the Shop
> Write in

>>31691186
>Continue eating lunch

>>31691186
>Go somewhere else
Head to the castle
Lunch with out gurl.

>>31691186
>> Continue eating lunch
>Get something for our fold Marrigold, and Randel

>>31691256
We are already eating lunch,

>>31691186
>Go somewhere else (Specify)
Galena

>>31691186
>> Continue eating lunch

>>31691186
>Take some food back to Marrigold, and Randel
Or
>Go see Galena

>>31691186
>Dance

Poor Willmot. She deserves some love.

>>31691186
Eat lunch with Galena

>>31691515
Please refer to this

>>31691298
Food's already here, and she's at the palace

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> Continue eating lunch

You dig into your meal, chewing it thoughtfully. The old chef made good food you reckon and he hasn’t proved you wrong yet. You order some food for the road, dropping some coins on the bar for the barkeep, and once you’re finished, you pack it up. Willmot sees you, then waves hello to you as she stomps and kicks on the dance floor.

You wave back at her, heading for the door, then walking out into the icy biting cold once more.

Only to meet Galena.

“Oh! Mister Nie- I mean-“ She sighs. She’s clad in her regular Guard regalia, a heavy cloaked wrapped around her shoulders. “Norman.” She smiles at you.

“Galena, nice to see you,” you say.

…

“Were you just finishing lunch?” she says.

“Yes,” you say.

“Ah.” Galena nods. “I’m not good with schedules, I suppose. Well besides My Lord’s.”

> “Head back to the Shop with me.”
> “Eh, let’s go back in.”
> Write in

>>31691553
I suggested it twice, nobody cared. Now that we have lunch in front of us suddenly people start voting for it.

>>31691601
>"Eh, let's go back in."
Waifu time.

>>31691601
> “Head back to the Shop with me.”

Unless she wants to eat something here?

>>31691601
>“Eh, let’s go back in.”

>>31691601
>“Head back to the Shop with me.”

>>31691601

> “Head back to the Shop with me.”

Time to meet the parents!

>>31691601
>“Eh, let’s go back in.”

And rent a room~

>>31691601
>> “Head back to the Shop with me.”
Time to meet the parents

>>31691686
We are on luch break

>>31691733

So what? I'm sure they can be quick.

>>31691776
She is probably a virgin. She is definitely not the quickie kinda girl regardless.

>>31691776
.....I'm pretty sure then haven't gone past 1st base

>>31691825

Great! That means she will be done prematurely. Or Norman will, I don't know if women have something equivalent to premature ejaculation.

> “Head back to the Shop with me.”

You arrive back at the shop, where your father is regaling Miss Merriweather on his adventures. “… and that’s how me and Nora defeated the Great Deathstalker of the Elven Ruins. We just tore that overgrown to shreds. The acid you see was enough to turn a man inside out and back again and then into a pool of blood but we showed it what for!”

Miss Merriweather smiles. “Wow! That sounds amazing!”

“It is! The loot from it was great too, we usually send most of the money off to schools and apothecaries that need it. We don’t really have much of a reason to spend any of it,” he says. He looks over at you, surprised. “Norman! Who’s your friend?”

You nod. “This is Galena Gavina Garrison, Guardswoman for Lord Lamarr the Fiftieth. My uh… girlfriend so to speak.”

She nods to Father. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Father smirks. “So you two shag yet?”

> “…”
> “… Father please.”
> “… No.”
> Write in

>>31691944
>> “… No.”

>>31691944
>> “… Father please.”
We should have expected this.

>>31691944
>> “… No.”
>"Stop asking questions that will weird out my friends."

>>31691944
> “… No.”

Glad you're back Schteel.
> “… Father please.”

Rolled 16

>>31691944
>> “… Father please.”
>> “… No.”

>>31691944
>“… Father please.”

>>31692000
This.

>>31691944
...Father pls

>>31691944
>“… No.”

Taking it slow. But still let her know that Norman thinks of her like that too.

> “… Father please.”
> “… No.”

“Father, please. No,” you say. Father and Miss Merriweather laugh a little as Galena looks away, blushing a little.

“Ah, I bet you two haven’t even kissed!” he says, slapping his knee. “But, I won’t get into specifics, I know what it’s like to court a woman. How do you think I won your mother?”

You say, “Won her? I thought you kidnapped her.”

Father laughs even harder, walking up to you and Galena. “Ha! Well, partly right.” He offers his hand to Galena. “Norton Niemand. My wife is upstairs if you’d like to meet her. I love your sword, dwarf make?”

Galena blinks, then says, “Yes. Is yours?”

“Oh this thing?” Father unsheathes his sword, allowing it to glow blue with power. “Elven antique. Has the power to electrocute anything it touches. So careful with it.” He sheathes it quickly. “Come on, I’ll show you to my wife.”

> Take over the counter
> Head upstairs with Father and Galena
> See what Clay is up to
> Write in

Why do all three sound like we're denying we might have actually done something?

>>31692211
>Head upstairs with Father and Galena

Father, pls. Pls, father. Pls.

>>31692211
>> Head upstairs with Father and Galena
Eh...still on break for a moment longer.

>>31692222
I don't know, but nice quads man.

>>31692211
>> Take over the counter

Strong work ethic vs. fear of leaving girlfriend alone with parents.

Norman must stay strong

>>31692211
>> Take over the counter
Let Merigold go see her father.

>>31692211
>Head upstairs with Father and Galena

>>31692263
I'd rather leave them alone instead of suffer through it myself.

>>31692211
>Head upstairs with Father and Galena

C'mon, we're introducing the girlfriend to the parents. This is important.

> Head upstairs with Father and Galena

You all walk into the room where Mother is tending to Mister Randall with glowing hands, regaling him of a tale of one of her adventures. “… and that’s when I brought my axe down on that goblin’s face! There was blood everywhere!”

Randall nods with a neutral expression. “Was there.”

“Yes!” says Mother. “It was incredible!” She looks over at you. “Ah, Norton, Norman. Oh!” She gasps, giggling. “Is that your girlfriend, Norman?”

You nod. “I suppose, Mother.”

“Oh come here!” she says, motioning Galena over. “You look so cute with that armor and that dinky little sword of yours!”

Galena shifts her eyes, smiling. “Thank you?”

“It’s nothing compared to this!” she says. She pulls out a huge Zweihander sheathed on her back. It glows with a fiery enchantment. “I call it Hedy!”

Galena looks visibly dwarfed by it.

> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Talk with Mother and Father (Topic?)
> Head downstairs and man the counter
> Write in

>>31692545
>Talk with Galena (Topic?)

Apologize on behalf of our parents, they mean well but tact and modesty, aren't in their vocabulary

>>31692545
>Talk with Galena (Topic?)
My parents are kind of weird, sorry if they freaked you out. They have always been good parents in their own, weird ways though.

>>31692545
>>31692590
This but maybe add that apparently you got permission from the King to take her out on King's day

>>31692719
This also

>>31692719
I like this.

> Talk with Galena

You smile, sitting down next to Galena as Mother and Father continue to regale Mister Randall with tales of their exploits. “Sorry, Galena,” you say. “They might seem arrogant, but they’re the best parents I could ever ask for.”

Galena nods. “They are nice, that’s for sure.” She looks at you. “I suppose they’re okay with us?”

“Of course,” you say. “My parents aren’t one to argue with my choices in adulthood. They raised me as best they could.”

“That’s right,” says Father. “You can figure things out yourself!”

Mister Randall nods, grunting. “Yep. He’s quite the employee. Mister Niemand, you see to have very great adventurers for parents.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” you say.

“Well, I probably wasn’t listening,” he says.

You say, “Anyway, Galena. Perhaps you’d be willing to accompany me on King’s Day? A nice dinner, maybe a play?”

“But-“

“Lord Lamarr’s given me permission.”

Galena sighs, smiling. “Always looking out for me. I suppose we can, Norman.”

The door bursts open, Miss Merriweather coming in, panting. “Vo-Vo-Vo-…”

Galena asks, “What is it?”

“Vogelvolk!” she yells. “Dozens of them! They’re making a huge mess outside and I don’t know how to pacify them!”

Father stands, raising his sword. “Well maybe-“

“Father, please,” you say.

“D’oh,” he says as he sits back down.

> “They’re Vogelvolk, they’ll go away eventually.”
> “They’re Vogelvolk, we should do something now.”
> Write in

>>31692947
>Vogelvolk
The what now?

>>31692947
What are Volgelvolk?

>>31692985
>>31692992

Bird folk. Essentially, they're giant pigeons who can speak like people and generally are treated like them.

The problem is that they still act like birds, which means they still nests on roofs, shit on carriages, eat motherfucking breadcrumbs, and generally a big nuisance. Invaluable for their experience in magical arts.

Another big problem is that they speak in an indistinct language which resembles a corrupt form of German. Sort of like Acadian Cajun French.

>>31692947
>They are vogelvolk we should do the sacred naked dance right now
the fuck is vogelvolk?

>>31692947
>> “They’re Vogelvolk, we should do something now.”
They'll shit in our shop

Does anyone else get the impression Galena is more in love with Lord Lamarr than she is with Norman.

And, we're kind of ignoring her dumping him an hour ago.

>>31693045
>They are vogelvolk we should
Shoo them away with a broom

>>31693102
>Does anyone else get the impression Galena is more in love with Lord Lamarr than she is with Norman.
I don't. Nothing indicates love between the two.

>>31692947
>> Write in
Throw some breadcrumbs outside and lead them away from the store

>>31693259

Genius, this

> “They’re Vogelvolk, we should do something now.”

You, Miss Merriweather, and Galena walk out of the shop to see Vogelvolk, clad in tabards around their feathered bodies, roosting on the roof of the building and on the street around. People are consciously avoiding them as they yell and shout in their strange tongue.

You sigh. You’re going to need a bigger broom.

“Excuse me,” says Miss Merriweather to one of them. “Could you please not roost here?”

The Vogelvolk squawks at her with a, “Nein!”

Galena crosses her arms, glaring at them. “Rude.”

“That’s Vogelvolk for you,” you say.

> Chase them away
> Try and talk them into leaving
> Eh, they’ll leave eventually
> Write in

>>31693305

Lure them away with breadcrumbs and birdfeed and uncooked rice just to spite them

>>31693305
Lure them away with a trail of breadcrumbs

>>31693305
>Write in
Repeat everything they say, and mockingly act like a bird

>>31693352
This.

>>31693305
>> Write in
Set up those giant eye signs. and then clang pots and pans to chase them away.

>>31693305
>> Chase them away
Use one of the store's anti-pigeon people potions.

> Chase them away
> Write in

You grab a bit of spare breadcrumbs then start laying them out on the street away from the store. The Vogelvolk take note of this and start hopping at the crumbs, pecking at them, and continuing to follow you.

Eventually, you lead them to the gate where other people can start bothering them with breadcrumbs. They start dispersing, pecking at people. You sigh, Vogelvolk can be nice but sometimes a lot of them tends to instigate that mob mentality.

You arrive back at the shop, clapping your hands clean of any spare crumbs. Miss Merriweather and Galena make idle chat as you approach.

You sigh, yawning a little. Good clean fun.

“Welcome back! Great job with the Vogelvolk, Norman,” says Miss Merriweather.

“Thanks,” you say.

She looks between you and Galena, smiling knowingly. “Well, I’ll just tend to my father now!” She heads back into the store, giggling a little.

You and Galena walk back inside, then around to the counter.

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Check in on Mister Randall
> See what Clay is up to
> Write in

>>31693606
>> Continue manning the counter
>> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
Date tonight? Sorry I have been quiet lately, the sickness was concerning.

>>31693606
>> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
"You know, theres nothing wrong with holding your job and being with me too. You don't need to choose. You can do both."

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk with Galena (Topic?)

You drum your fingers along the counter, looking over at Galena, who is sitting on a chair in a corner across from you. “You know, Galena, I read your letter today.”

“Please,” she says, blushing a little. “I know there’s some mistakes in it.”

“Well, beyond that. You don’t have choose between duty and me. You can do both. Heck, Lord Lamarr encourages it.” You snap your fingers. “Why, I imagine having a guardswoman for a lover-“

“Don’t say that.”

“- a guardswoman for a girlfriend is pretty exciting,” you say. You shrug a bit at that, smirking. “It’s as much adventure as I want in my life, honestly speaking.”

Galena smiles, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Is that so. Well, tonight, maybe you can come over to my room at the Palace.”

You say, “You have a room?”

“Well, technically, it’s a small room next to the Lord’s, in case he needs me quickly,” she says. She coughs. “That is, if you’re willing.”

> ARE YOU WILLING?
> Y/N
> Other

>>31693905
> Y
> Y
> Y
> Y
> Y

>>31693905
>Y with a condition.

No way in hell are we letting the Lord listen in on us. Make sure he's somewhere else before we get frisky.

>>31693606
>Talk with Galena (Topic?)
What she was just talking about.

Ask her if she was serious about wanting to break up.

>>31693905
>> Other
"Knowing the people in the castle, they'll be listening at the door. You sure?

How about my place instead?"

>>31693905
Y

>>31693905
>Y

> Y

You nod, smiling. “Can’t wait to see it. I bet you’ve got all kinds of fuzzy little stuffed animals on your bed and pictures of the Lord on the walls.”

Galena rolls her eyes. “Please.”

The rest of the day goes by relatively swimmingly. You continue making some nice small talk with Galena, and Clay occasionally comes out of the storeroom to listen in. Dinner approaches relatively quickly. It seems like people just aren’t in need of potions this time of year, probably a lot of adventurers simply coming home and staying for the Holidays. The New Year’s rush though is going to be intense.

Father heads down the stairs, clapping his hands. “Whooo! Mister Randall is certainly quite the figure.” He points to you, smiling. “You’re working for a fine man, Norman.”

You shrug. “Thanks, Father. How is he, anyway?”

“Oh, Nora’s keeping him stable,” he says as he leans on the counter. “Honestly, we keep this up, he just might make it through to King’s Day.”

You smile. “Great. Seeing that old man die would be devastating.”

“I know!” he says. “I feel like, in the short time we’ve been together, we’ve really built a report with each other. Like that time we-“

You say, “Father, please. You’re about to tell a story.”

“Oh, sorry,” Father laughs a bit, scratching the back of his head.

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Galena (Topic?)
> Talk to Father (Topic?)
> Check in on Mister Randall
> See what Clay is up to
> Punch out for the day and get dinner
> Write in

>>31694241
> Talk to Father (Topic?)

Anything more permanent that can be done about the Magic Rot?

Meanwhile
> See what Clay is up to

>>31694241
>> Punch out for the day and get dinner

>>31694241
>Punch out for the day and get dinner

>>31694241
Pardon for the multi-option.

I'll second what this anon is suggesting:

>>31694292
then

> Check in on Mister Randall

> Punch out for the day and get dinner

> Talk to Father
> Punch out for the day and get dinner

“So, can anything be done for Mister Randall?”

Father shrugs, grunting. “Well, he rides it out, he’ll be safe provided it doesn’t come back. King’s Drop definitely would solve it, I personally don’t think it exists, son.”

“Really?” asks Galena.

“Yes,” he says. “Even with all my years of experience, I’ve never seen an Elf in person. Xalfacia’s basically the land of the lost. Nothing goes there.” He grunts again. “I suppose if you want to try son, you might.”

“Well can’t you?” you ask.

“Ah,” he says. “Maybe. I’d rather not mix myself into the affairs of Elves, Norman.”

You nod. “I understand, Father.” You check the time. “Oh, well, I should punch out for the day. Um, you staying here, Father?”

“Of course!” he says. “I bet wherever you live wouldn’t be ADVENTUROUS ENOUGH FOR ME AND YOUR MOTHER-“

“Okay, I get it,” you say. You laugh a little, slapping him on the arm. “Take care of Mister Randall. Mail dragon’s outside if you need me, alright?”

“Sure thing!” he says. He waves goodbye to you as you and Galena leave.

“So,” asks Galena. “Where to?”

> Palace
> Inn
> Your place
> Write in

>>31694603
> Inn

Dinner first

>>31694603
>Palace

We can eat at the palace

>>31694603
>> Your place

Why dont we cook for Galena this time?

>>31694603
> Palace

Because that's where the good stuff is.

>>31694603
>> Inn

> Palace

You step inside the palace, escorted by a cadre of Guardsmen. “So, Galena, you know this guys?”

Galena nods. “Indeed.” She looks over at all of them. “You don’t have to follow us, you know.”

One of the Guardsmen says, “Yes we do. We don’t have anything else to do otherwise.”

Eh, they had a point. Bodyguarding someone as tough as Lord Lamarr must get boring. You’re escorted to the royal dining area. Down there, you sit at a small wooden table, a nice dinner of roast chicken, fruits, and veggies, all made by hand from Lord Lamarr’s best chefs.

Galena sits across from you, smiling. “Ehehehe… I may have told my Lord I might bring you home, tonight.” She shrugs.

A group of Guardsmen with instruments slide in. “Music,” one of them says. They quickly tune their instruments, then start playing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPzzdpLv75M

> Eat dinner
> Dance
> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Write in

>>31694977
Those are some ridiculously talented guardsmen.

>Dance

>>31694977
>Eat dinner

>>31694977
>> Dance
Just dance, everything will be okay, Do do do do~

>>31694977
>Dance

Magical evening, need to work up a good appetite, etc. etc.

>>31694977
>> Dance

> Dance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnT067BM-bA

You take Galena’s hand and start dancing slowly to the kindly old fiddle and bass beat. You hold your arm across her waist, guiding her along and leading her, holding her other hand in the air.

Galena looks down, apparently unable to look you in the eye.

“Something wrong, Galena?” you ask.

Galena says, “Oh, nothing… you’re a bit close.”

“Should I step back?”

“No,” she says. She tilts her head a little. “I like it like this.”

You chuckle, continuing to lead her in this slow little waltz.

> Eat dinner
> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Head to Galena’s room
> Write in

>>31695328
>Eat dinner

>>31695328
>> Eat dinner

>>31695328
>> Eat dinner

Ask if she's okay with all the guards here?

>>31695328
>Eat dinner

>>31695328
> Eat dinner
Dancing can work up quite the appetite. Well, probably not a waltz, but still.

>>31695328
>> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
You've improved!

> Eat dinner

The two of you eat quietly, enjoying yourselves in Lord Lamarr’s excellent food. Everything is expertly made, succulent, delicious even. It makes the tavern food taste like mud in comparison. Much as you’d hate to silently insult them considering you’re one of their regulars, it really does seem that way.

Galena asks, “Do you like it?”

You nod. “It’s great.” You pat your belly, sighing blissfully. “Certainly filling and dances off the tongue right into the stomach.”

“I’m glad,” says Galena. “I suppose I should have cooked this myself but… I don’t know how to cook.”

You shrug. “Relax, I don’t really know either. I wouldn’t eat at a tavern if I did know.”

“Of course,” says Galena. She holds up a glass of wine, and you hold yours up to hers, clinking your glasses together. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you say back.

> Binge on wine
> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Head to Galena’s room
> Write in

>>31695626
Head to Galena’s room
We gotta be awake for this.

>>31695626
>Go easy on the wine

>>31695764
>Go easy on the wine
Just chat and take it easy. Make the onlookers impatient. I know the Lord is hiding behind that potted plant.

>>31695626
>Head to Galena’s room
Want both of us to be sober

>>31695831
This but say rude things about him loudly

>>31695626
>Head to Galena’s room

Made it in time I see.
> Binge on wine
Lets pick the exciting option.

>>31695626

I'll second these:

>>31695831
>>31695902

> Easy on the wine
> Head to Galena’s room

The both of you chat amicably, taking a few casual sips of the wine. Galena herself, despite having three glasses, is apparently not even buzzed. She says, “One of my duties as Guardswoman is tasting wine in case of poison. I’ve built up quite the tolerance.”

You nod. “Clearly,” you say.

She giggles a bit. “Still, however, is the wine good?”

“Best wine I’ve tasted yet,” you say. “Though, I want to keep sober, I do have to work you know?”

“Of course,” she says. She looks over at the huge grandfather clock being wheeled in by more guardsmen, ostensibly at Lord Lamarr’s request. “Ah, it appears to be getting late. Shall we head to my room, Norman?”

You nod. “Sure.” You place the glass down and follow Galena up the stairs, up more stairs, and up even more stairs until you reach a grand hallway.

You pant a bit. Those were a lot of stairs. Made the stairs leading into the palace look like a porch. Galena walks past the huge doors, probably Lord Lamarr’s room, then walks up to an assuming door. She opens it up and lights up a lantern inside the room.

You poke your head inside. The room itself is pretty Spartan, a simple bed big enough for her and her only, a chest, and a night stand, a few books. Not much else. “Nice place,” you say.

She smiles. “Thanks.” She looks past you and into the hallway, right at the assembled Guardsmen. “You all can leave now.”

One of them says, “But-“ Another one of them elbows him in the gut, silencing him.

Galena shooes them away, to which they all turn and leave, murmuring and laughing under their breathes. Galena closes the door behind her, sitting on the bed. You sit down next to her.

…

…

Galena looks at you. “So… what do we do?”

You blink. “You’re asking me?”

“It occurred to me that I didn’t plan that far ahead."

> How about I take off that armor for you?
> Surely you might need a bath
> Write in

Hate to be lewd here, but what kind of adult potions are there? (Body swap, stamina, etc)

>>31696088
>> How about I take off that armor for you?
>> Surely you might need a bath

>>31696098
Stamina's a popular and widely available one. Other ones are a bit more underground and are mostly frowned on by the magic-practicing community, mostly for their extremely narrow use.

>>31696098
Strength, stamina, maybe transmutation, Waterbreathing, that kind of thing.

>>31696088
> Surely you might need a bath
I honestly have no idea whats going to happen but I got my fingers crossed.

>>31696088
> How about I take off that armor for you?
> Surely you might need a bath
Why not both!

>>31696088
>How about I take off that armor for you?

> How about I take off that armor for you?
> Surely you might need a bath

You reach over. Galena flinches as you start undoing the straps to her armor, first the breastplate, then the gauntlets, then her leg guards and wow Galena has nice legs King’s blessing. Galena looks away, blushing a little as you disarmor her and then set it down by the bed.

Once you finish it by taking off her shinguards, you say, “Maybe it’s best if you take a bath, Galena. Why I-“

“You’re right!” Galena stands up. “I’m going to take a bath, bye, see you!” She leaves the room quickly, leaving you alone.

Hm. Well, you don’t know what you were expecting. Suddenly, some sparkly ashes float up to, then quickly materialize into a roll of paper. You quickly unfold it, reading it.


Dear Norman

I’m dictating for my father, Randall the Red. In case he doesn’t live through this bout of Magic Rot, he’d like to thank you for your service for him at his shop. You’ve been a great invaluable help, and he apologizes if he might have seem crass or mean.

I myself would also like to thank you for being at our shop. I’m glad that you’re settling into your life at the High City of Imperial City and found yourself a nice woman in the form of Miss Garrison. I hope she makes you very happy and I will look forward to seeing you two blossom as a couple. As for myself, I’d like to write that maybe soon, I’ll be moving on from the city. Off to see the world!

But alas, it might not be today or next week. But soon! Adventure is out there! With that, enjoy the rest of your night, Norman.

Yours,
Marigold Merriweather


You smile a little. Mister Randall will probably pull through. He’s had worse bouts after all. The door opens again, and Galena quickly walks in, clad in a heavy blue nightgown. “Alright,” she says as she sits down next to you. “What should we do next?”

> Pat her on the head and go to sleep
> Kiss cheek
> Full Kiss
> Write in

>>31696569
> Full Kiss

>>31696569
>> Full Kiss

>>31696569
>kiss cheek
>kiss ear
>kiss neck

>>31696569
>> Full Kiss
>>Kiss her everywhere

>>31696569
>Full kiss
>other various places
Dont forget to play extra attention to her penis

>>31696569
Tell her first,
Then The Kissing Storm

>>31696569
Shouldn't we take a shower?

We probably smell too?

>>31696959

she will take our smelly cock and like it

> Full on Kiss

You gently grip her chin, turning her towards you. She blinks, blushing intensely as you move in closer and closer.

Her eyes are open when your lips connect. She doesn’t move, flinch, or even breathe when you kiss her. After a few seconds, pull away, smiling at her. She sits there, dumbstruck.

…

You say, “You okay, Galena?”

…

She tackles you onto the bed, assaulting your lips with her own. She straddles you, squeaking quietly as you and her kiss the night away. She pulls back, breathing heavily, a strand saliva still connecting the two of you.

“That-“ she says. “That was amazing.” She lies down ontop of you, smiling. “We waited so long for that.”

You chuckle. “Good night, Galena.” You wrap the blanket around the two of you.

You and Galena kiss again, gently this time. She nuzzles your neck, cuddling with you. She says, “Good night, Norman.”

>>31697009

...thats it?

>>31697009
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNigFpaBBf8

That's it for Magic Shop Quest #4. The next and last thread will be next week on Thursday provided nothing goes wrong.

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See you next time.

>>31697009
Is that considered second base?

>>31697037
Thanks for the thread German?

We didn't do anything lewd did we?

Also LGA tommorow?

>>31697078
LGA will most likely run tomorrow provided nothing goes wrong.

Except for Sunday, busy that day unfortunately.

>>31697097
Horray! I'm glad.

>>31697036
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Well considering they probably did nothing but hand holding and maybe kiss on the cheeks. This is a step up in their relationship.

>>31697036
That was so lewd that he should have taken it to pastebin! Oh god!

>>31697097
>>31697223
....we're not going to get a pastebin...aren't we?

>>31697278
He is working on the lewd LGA pastebin, there is like 2 more pages since it was first posted.

>>31697392
So no Knight lewd?

>>31697009
... wait, WE?!

>>31697449
We as in Galena and Norman.

>>31697482
No, she used it in the context one might say 'I'.

>>31697503
Really, It just seemed that they waited just for kissing?

>>31697636
Read it again.
>“That-“ she says. “That was amazing.” She lies down on top of you, smiling. “We waited so long for that.”

>>31697664
demons demons everywhere

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>>31697687
I BANISH THE DEMONS!

>>31697664
Might be a typo? But that does sounds weird?

I wonder if German is still here to tell us

>>31697009
>Her eyes


She grew her eye back?

>>31698145
DEMONS DEMONS EVERYWHERE!