We still had thousands of troops who needed riding boots, and the crocodile hides were much more durable than regular leather.We left four wagons behi...d but filled the others with goods for Koumbi. King Reba laughed and told me his wives warned him not to buy so much rum this time. I think he ate half of a bunch of bananas during the five-day trip to Koumbi as we talked and laughed while our lengthy wagon caravan snaked along the dirt road.While we were in Bamako, I had twenty of the empty. Without the strength to be a [Soldier] it’s all but impossible for poor peasant girls like me to become adventurers. I should have ended up apprenticed to someone with a crafting or gathering class, but willful children seem to have a magic of their own.During harvest, a traveling minstrel spent a week at the village, trading stories for meals, and permission to sleep in our communal barn. One night he told a story about a young man becoming an adventurer, and I learned that fighting in. I gulped nervously and glanced down. My eyes widened in horror as my dick grew big and hard and was standing out like a rocket. Brad turned off his shower and wiped his hands over his hair. "That was nice," he said. His blue eyes lowered down and widened in shock as he saw my huge hard on for him. "Er... I'll see you around, Jamie," he said awkwardly. Brad walked away quickly to the cloak room to change. Away from me. I groaned, turned off the shower, got my stuff out of the locker and went to. I wondered if Wetmouth was born in a hole like this.The woman said. “You give me money for nothing?”I turned to look back at her. “It is for you and the kids; I don’t want anything from you in return.”“Who...” She stopped and then begun again. “Who are you?”“I am Eric Olafson.”“Lows usually don’t have two names, Skaakh don’t give Lows money and don’t have weapons.”“I am not from around here, lady and I need to leave now and take steps to make sure I won’t lie the next time I have to say that,.