You fly past the group of drunk men that were loitering in front of the pub as you crash into a turned over shop keepers cart. Indian sex You reach for your axe swinging lightly on you hip. The bartender gives you an once over with his good eye and quietly warns you. You pick up a large branch almost to heavy to swing but you manage. You notice a old injury to the trees bark. Walking down the road to your camp outside the village you notice a large tree it seems to stand out to the rest. “There all yours.” the elf woman said as she got up. He’s mine by right.” The elf woman said in voice barely above a whisper while her accent was of the Southern plains
