Hearing this she was very pleased. Them I asked what her problem was. She said “The shooting unit left yesterday. But I am here for my hubby. He wil... be arriving tomorrow. From today morning my cell phone is not working. But I have some urgent calls to make. If you give your cell phone for a moment I shall be highly obliged to you.” I said “no problem, take it.” I gave my phone and she made some calls from it. When the call was done she said “I do not know how shall I repay you. ” then I said. Of course, in front of all that – in fact just beneath where she was standing – was the object that she'd come there for: the Wayfarer Stone, which turned out to be a mushroom-shaped opal about the size of her fist, and which glimmered in yellow, turquoise and purple where it laid atop a one metre tall, vaguely phallic pedestal which in turn was erected on top of a raised circle of chiselled grey stone. The Stone was supposed to be some sort of immensely powerful artefact, although even though. I started to get out of my chair and Mistress asked where I was going. I said that I had to visit the ladies room. This usually isn’t a problem, but with a gleam in her eye, Mistress told me to sit down. I started to protest, but I could see that she had something in her mind and I was going to be a part of it. Always a dutiful sub, I sat back down, immediately. We continued chatting, as I sat there squirming slightly, I really had to go. Mistress ignored all the signs and continued with a. A young trainee in a light cotton tank-top and shorts foolishly shattered her spear on an enemy shield. Momentum carried her forward right onto another spear, this one belonging to an enemy. Her killer cursed, unable to free the weapon, and dropped it in favor of his axe. The Wildcat slipped down, knuckles white as she gripped the pole transfixed in her belly. A skinny teenager, a yellow spring flower in her gingery hair, had the wind knocked out of her as she slammed into a bandit’s.