As long as he got this far he figured he could explain himself. The problem was finding someone who would listen to him at all. "Here, see, there are ...wo envelopes," he explained, opening both envelopes for the guy."See, the inside envelope just has a bunch of handwritten notes and a couple of old-fashioned cassette tapes—mixed tapes, as it were. Here," he added, closing the smaller envelope and making a point of licking it to seal it to prove there wasn't any poisonous powders inside. "This. Dinner went relatively uneventfully, with Anjan playing under the table with his dad’s limp cock, while Janani, Anandhi and I quietly ate our dinners, occasionally discussing politics, cricket and movies.Post dinner, Anjan and Janani resumed their incestuous, inappropriate behaviour, while I “helped” Anandhi clear dinner away and clean the dishes. “Look, I understand it is your age”, Anandhi told me, as I “accidentally” bumped into her ass for a fourth time, “but this is wrong. I’m like a. The mouth was opened wide and a door was built into it. I pushed it open. Twenty pairs of eyes flicked to me and the noise that was blaring out the speakers of a beat up boom box stopped instantaneously. I stood, shirtless and shoeless as twenty people—boy and girl alike—got up and smashed empty beer bottles. Chains, bats with long nails driven through them, brass knuckles, and various other weapons were taken out. Faces painted like skulls, death metal t-shirts, and the rank scent of hard. Mad Maldar was the town's local, totally insane, alcoholic wizard. He was an ex adventurer who had lost his entire party in a dungeon some thirty years ago and had been drowning his memory in ale ever since. Being a wizard though, Mizuki's simple illusion spell didn't fool him. After all, if a novice in magic like you could see the Dark Elf in her scant armour for who she really was, this master magician could too.To cut a long story short, you blind sided the old bastard just as he was about.