Role

Chapter 5

A sleepy looking bearded man appeared at the door. Upon spying the Drow at
his threshold any trace of tiredness fled from his face and he shouted as he
grabbed a great wooden cudgel from somewhere nearby. Back, Demon!
he shouted, Martha, its a raiding party!

Martha leapt to her feet, a chubby human woman with the sagging tits of a
mother a half dozen times over. She pulled a blanket around herself and
approached the door where Ikso stood, unarmed, unclothed, and unafraid.
Oh, Marvin, that is but a child, bring it in, it looks hungry.

Ill not have a Drow in my home, offered the man, but the anger fled from
his face as he saw he could not win this fight. He grabbed a rough woolen
blanket from the foot of the bed and, averting his eyes, offered it to Ikso,
though she was keen enough to detect his sidelong glance upon her as she
disappeared beneath the blanket turned robe.

I am hungry, madam, she mewed, offering her best Fatty Fatty Edgar that
poor sap. Do you have any bread? Ikso had heard that humans loved bread,
though she couldnt imagine why? The bread she knew was made with
mushroom flour and tasted of dirt.

Bread we have, and soup as well, Marvin stoke the stove. And so passed
a long night where Ikso had her first taste of comfort and kindness.

How she liked it.