I asked about the boat, thinking that he could simply take it back to where it had brought me from. But the moment he started to shake his head I knew that this was obviously not possible. He explained that this type of boat could only be called from the other side unless you had the right coin to bargain with, which he did not.
I couldn't help but wipe the frustrated tears from under my eyes, turning away from him so he wouldn’t feel guilty for being the one to tell me this. This meant that my last hope lay solely with Lucius not only finding her but getting to her in time.
After all this on my mind I had been surprised that I had been able to sleep at all. But then again, exhaustion won over worry. I woke up to the feeling of having my hair pushed back from my face and I opened my eyes to find Trice looking down at me.
“Time tae be getin’ up now, lass,” he told me softly, before his gaze dropped ever so slightly to my naked shoulders. I had got out of the bath and slipped under the covers on the bed, having no choice but to do so naked, as I didn’t have any other clothes to put on. Seeing this and making me feel self-conscious, my natural instinct kicked in and I folded my arms over the covers making him smirk. Then I told him,
“That's going to be a little hard considering I'm naked.”
“Och, ah will ney be sure about th' wee part, but as fur clothes 'ere I got ye some.” After this Trice got up after leaving a bundle on the bed so I could get dressed, but then my mind went over what he had just said, only making sense of it by the time he reached the door,
“Oi!” I shouted knowing he'd referred to his manhood as not being little but hard. Hence why his chuckle could be heard even after he closed the door. I got up and unravelled the medieval style dress that reached down to the floor and cut across my collar bone. It also had long sleeves that hung down well past the wrists and was a plain rust coloured red. But it was clean and warm and soft to my skin, meaning that I couldn't have been more thankful.
This was something I was soon on my way to tell him as I slipped out of the room, knowing I would meet him in the pub below. I had also plaited my hair and used a small strip of my already ruined outfit to tie off the end. Little flat shoes were of the type you strapped to your ankle and around your foot, meaning you could make them fit your size. I also looked as if I’d just stepped out of some movie about medieval England.
Once downstairs, I cautiously made my way to the bar area soon finding myself in the arms of Trice who suddenly had my back against the wall. He was also caging in my entire frame in what looked like an intimate embrace. He had a hand positioned next to my head and was leaning down into me making me believe he was about to kiss me. I placed my hand on his chest ready to stop him when he whispered,
“Thee Hexion demon is over mah shoulder currently feeling up th' drooling redhead wi' tusks.” As soon as he said this, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance to the side so I could see for myself. And he was right, there was a woman with an orange tone to her skin, had long red hair flowing past a very large backside. She was on the larger side and it was clearly working for her, as the demon with his hands all over her clearly couldn't get enough. I also had to say that for a demon his vessel was incredibly handsome! What with all those bulging muscles that look chiselled from stone combined with his devilishly handsome face, Gods, but he was a thing of beauty. He almost reminded me of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. In fact, he almost didn't look real.
“Wow, I have to say that is not who I was expecting. I mean just look at the guy with all those…” It was at this point that Trice cut me off, and he did this by taking hold of my cheeks