Part 2 The Tailor’s Folly
The tailor stepped back. He could kill two birds with one stone; bed her quickly and relieve her of her gold before the card players got here, he thought. He rubbed his hands together in glee. It was turning out to be a good night after all.
Nickoa swept past him into the dimly lit room. For a moment, the tailor thought the swishing of her heavy cloak sounded like the hissing of snakes. Momentarily, he remembered what the local women had said about his house. Laughing at his own foolish thoughts he turned his face towards her.
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