"Yes, you are," The man replied as he stood up and placed the cup on the table.
The woman watched as he rose to his full six six-footl height and she blushed slightly. She had expected him to be strong, as his prana suggested, but she hadn't expected this. Sitting, he was un-predisposing. Standing with his left hand on the hilt of his sword, he was every bit the warrior he appeared to be. His hazel eyes traveled her body, and she again tried to appear beautiful to him.
"Now, for your first task," he walked toward the bar. "Follow me." She quickly rose to her feet and followed him as he walked over and conversed with the owner. "My good man, I would like two plates of food, a bottle of water, and two cups. She will take them up to my room."
The barkeep eyed the man, then nodded. "Aye," He glanced at the newly bound woman and grunted. "He's in room four upstairs. Go to the kitchen and get him what he ordered." When the woman scurried into the kitchen, he turned back to the w…
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