Snippet #1547168

Finding a place to stay following his forced removal from his parents’ manor had been very difficult for Kier Mon Duvell. His many supposed “friends” had cut off contact the moment Kier was cut off from his generous allowance. He wasn’t particularly bothered by this- he would have done the same in their place. In any case, as a result of abruptly finding himself with no money and no friends, he had been forced to seduce women of varying attractiveness and marital status to let him stay the night, every night following his eviction. That was about seven or eight fair and not-so-fair maidens, and Kier was growing tired of playing the charming gentleman. Besides, the best maiden-picking times were in the afternoon, which meant that Kier was unable to take any dust all afternoon or all evening. He was beginning to get night jitters, but there was nothing to be done for it. Just a smidgeon of dust almost rendered him almost incapable of keeping a straight face, and Kier needed control of his face for his smouldering seductive stares.
Otherwise he’d have to sleep out in the streets or marshes, and that just seemed awful and uncomfortable. Added to that, he would probably starve- he’d been stealing his meals from the kitchens of his feminine conquests.

And today was his first day of guild life. The foul smell of the guild house was successfully blocked by the dash of fairy dust lingering in his nostrils. Kier supposed it would be interesting to earn something for himself, after having worked for a grand total of 7 or 8 days in his life. Kier was counting his recent seductions in that final tally. And why not? It sort of felt like work. Sort of like being a prostitute, almost.

Kier paused behind the rest of the group in the guild house, pondering. Was he a prostitute? No. Then he would have been paid. Actually, getting paid sounded pretty good right about now- why hadn’t he been a prostitute? Maybe that wasn’t right. The fairy dust was kicking in and his mind was beginning to feel a bit floofy. He hadn’t taken too much- just enough to take the edge off life, but not enough for him to, say, go and chop a limb off of his future employer.

And speaking of his employer...Guanicus seemed decent enough. Within a few seconds of the dust really hitting his brain, Kier concluded that he liked the man, and he liked his robes. Good robes, good man! He barely held back a giggle.

Kier was accustomed to finery, but the fantastic furnishings of Guanicus’s final room were more impressive than anything in Kier’s former manor home. His mother certainly wouldn’t have allowed that desk. Ah, and he got to choose his own chair! The rest of the group fanned out, and Kier headed straight for his pick of the litter. There was only one chair in the entire set that looked comfortable, and that was the Minotaur. It had a big fuzzy head, after all! He settled into the creature’s large hands, grinning to himself.