She was seated in a caravan with a number of other people. How did I get here?Vennoa tried to recall her last memory. She had gone into the adventurer...’ guild that morning, looking for the strange man in his chain-mail armor. What had happened after that?“Hi, I’m Tempest, and I’m a monk off to look for adventures!” A half-naked man proudly declared out of the blue, flexing his arms in an apparent effort to look strong.What kind of caravan is this? Vennoa shook her head to clear the cobwebs, and. Normally I would have felt the urge to turn her around, plunge into her as deep and hard as I could but not then, not when the slight movements of her hips felt so much deeper and harder.I leaned back and pulled her with me, our half movements meeting halfway to generate full thrusts as pebbles and roots dug into my back. Her eyes, the short breaths told me all I needed to know and her hanging hair grazed my face like an extra hand of fingers.Sometime we came but honestly I have no memory of it. ‘I haven’t seen him,’ his cousin replied. ‘And he didn’t call?’ Karen asked. ‘That’s not like him.’ ‘I just got home,’ Kim said. Tommy was amazed how cool she was. ‘Maybe he tried calling earlier. I’m sure he’s fine.’ ‘I suppose,’ Karen said. ‘I’m beat. I’m going to go to bed. Good night, honey.’ Kim said, ‘Good night, Mom.’ Tommy watched his aunt’s feet move to the door, then the door closed. Carefully, he slipped out from under the bed. He realized he didn’t have any clothes on. They were on. She even mentioned something about a Sheriff looking into the death. However, the Sheriff’s official conclusion was that it wasn’t a magical death while Valory said it was. It made me wonder what they each knew, and how the differences lead to different conclusions. The police report wouldn’t hold that kind of information. I would have to talk to the Sheriff Magus who looked into this if I decided to investigate it myself.For mundane answers though, Mr. Van Dusen was very good. His mentioning.