"Actually," said Aaralon. "You probably won't want to send me at all. I'm a bit bored here in the College. I fancy a trip outside. I imagine I'll find a few ways to test my new magic on the common folk. I fancy a fuck and am toying with learning a few mind control spells before I go. On the other hand, learning some battle magic and blasting Gnolls to burning bits might be nearly as amusing. Sure, it'll be cool if we can save this unlucky girl but either way I get the chance to let off some steam." He shrugged and peered into the darkness, it was tempting to cast a night sight spell and try and get glimpse of the College's strange dean.
"You'll be going as the most junior member," said Sareth, "As the tea-boy, the go-fetcher, the bottom of the rung. Think you can deal with that?" The tone of voice carried more than a touch of mockery.
Scowling, Aaralon replied quickly, "I hate that shit. I imagine I'll be able to wriggle out of that and get some other sucker stuck with that." The tower smelled; it had been growing on Aaralon ever since he reached the top. It was a mix of two familiar smells: old books and sex. Familiar smells but an unusual combination. If Sareth was nothing but an old pervert then how much of this was reflected in the College?
Sareth's voice came again from somewhere in the shadows, "I'll cut you a deal young Aaralon. I'll let you go on this mission if you can promise me to bring back the last gasp of a virgin. If you fail to do this for me then the rest of your stay here will be dreadful. Do we have a deal?"
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