[center][h1][color=bc8dbf][b]Cherry Mayn[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[b][h3][center][color=a36209]At The Rams Cauldron, City of Oakfish Bay[/color][/center][/h3][/b]




Cherry Mayn grimaced as she swallowed hard, that dry slab of disgust sliding down her throat as she watched the bartender attempt to desecrate her favorite beverage. She couldn't let it happen. No more than a splash of that bitter-sweet amber liquid hit the bottom of the mug before she reached out to stop him - Her small hand latched to his wrist at the speed of a snake. Her short nails sunk into his skin like fangs.  

Reno, the bartender, tilted the bottle back. The Ale stopped pouring. His eyes widened on Cherry, jaw shifted with a grind of his teeth in an effort not to disclose the pain she was inflicting on him. 

"You need to unhand me." 

"You need to find me a clean mug,' She replied, her expression placid as the sea before a storm. Her nails sunk a little deeper.  

"Ma'am.... We clean all our mugs. Every one is wiped with my very own towel after each use." His eyes darted away form hers just long enough to regard the filthy excuse for the rag draped over his shoulder. 

"In that case I'll be taking that bottle," She told him, released his wrist, and then slid a second coin across the counter for him, "and you can be doing something else for me, too." 

Reno placed the bottle in front of her, left the mug where it was, and started to sooth the damage to his wrist with a slow caress of his other hand. He glared at her expectantly, but with distain. 

She took up the bottle, savored two long swallows of the honey-hop ale and then leaned in against the counter to say it: "I'm looking to meet someone here by the name of Red." She kept her voice barely audible beneath the hum of the tavern activity. "Was told you could point me in the right direction."  

Reno was a smallish man, little on the tubby side. One might call him stocky if not for the fact that he looked so soft and spongey all over. Each of his cheeks had a dimple, even when he wasn't smiling. His upper lip was thin, barely noticeable, and his dark, beady eyes hid with a hint of fear in the shadow of his large, bushy black eyebrows. His fat, purplish tongue, possibly suffering from a mouth disease, popped out from from between his lips as he deliberated for far too long on her request.

"I don't know anyone by the name of Red," he finally said, "Best you finish your ale and head off. We don't want no trouble here."  

Suddenly the bottle of ale was on the counter again, and her hand was gripping tight to the hand that was soothing his wrist. It happened so fast that Reno was startled, a little dazed, as his eyes darted from the bottle, to her, then to the grip she once more had on him.

"I don't think you understand." As she spoke her eyes changed; the green color of her iris swirled with hues of purple and red. At the same time, Reno's surprised expression seemed to begrudge itself, as if disgusted by his own feelings. Then he started to show signs of what could only be described as strong sexual desire for Cherry. "I know Gorldroot has an establishment beneath this place," She continued, "Red is expecting me. They told me you would help, but now it seems like they lied. Is that true? Or are you the one lying to me?" Reno's face was now red with high blood pressure, like he was about to explode. He had to push up against his side of the counter to hide the bulge of his fast approaching climax, but then it stopped. His face strained as if he were being tortured. His ability to climax was being inhibited while his excitement remain. Several drunks nearby turned to gawk, though confused by what they may have actually been witnessing. Reno's consternation intensified, he rammed his throbbing manhood hard against the counter numerous times to try and relieve himself, wanting nothing more but to release it, but it just wouldn't happen while Cherry was finishing her interrogation. "You will tell me what I need to know. Won't you? Or would you prefer to feel like this forever. Wanting nothing more than to blow your load, but never being able to?"

Reno finally screamed out. The tavern went quiet as everyone turned to look. He gasped several times to try and gather his words, and then at last in a wheezing voice that he tried so desperately not to let everyone hear, he told her:

"The last chamber of the gents privy room. The metal panel at the back. Knock on it three times and then again twice."  

Cherry smiled seductively, then blew gently on his face with puckered lips as she released her grip on him. Free again, Reno bellowed out like a sick hyena before finally, an instant later, his seed exploded into his pants and he collapsed against the counter with a long groan of relief. Cherry swallowed back the rest of her ale and left him there, heading in direction of the Privy at the back of the tavern. Along the way a few of the patrons requested she do the same for them as she had for Reno. She ignored them.

The privy room at the moment was empty. She started breathing through her mouth as to avoid the heavy odor of human waste as she walked to the last chamber. Once inside the chamber, she closed the door behind her. There was, as Reno had said, a metal panel behind the wooden Privy bench. She knocked on it three times, paused, then knocked again twice. Several seconds later she heard some activity behind the wall beside her. A dull click then sounded from the wall before the wall panel itself came loose at one side and opened like a door. A man with red hair, most likely the man named Red she had come to meet, stood at the threshold. He gave her a discerning nod, and invited her in.    

She stepped through. The door was closed behind her. Red led her without a word down a short hallway and through another door. He opened it for her.

"The rest are inside. Make yourself at home." He said. "Look for a man named Ek. He's our leader. He'll tell you what's next."  

Stepping into Goldroot's headquarters, Cherry stopped to take a look around....