>>1839036the wee caterpillar continues to follow you though, come to think of it you never tried giving it a command did you? you should try that later, for now you need to find an inn.
Getting to town 3 days early means your food supply hasn’t run out, but 3 nights of sleeping on a moving, not quite flat surface makes you yearn for a real bed.
you also need to find a tailor and grab some real clothes. As the thought comes to your mind you cant get it out, the bare skin of your hips and arms brushes past people on the street,
the chill of the light breeze intensifies the more you think about it. or perhaps the wind is just blowing harder, that feather spell never wore off, and you couldn't find the dispell key.
a hard breeze blows you around, you try to brace yourself but you are to light to resist the wind. you try to find some building to take shelter in, some post to grab onto and root yourself,
if you aren't careful you could be blown into someone. Your cheeks turn bright red is images flash in your head of the wind blowing you breasts first into the groping hands of a young man.
you cant even cover yourself for fear of giving your true state of dress away. you need to get to the inn quickly, you need respite from this perverted mess going on in your head.
Grabing on to a streetlamp for support you ask a passerby for directions, a short polite young man.
"excuse me sir, could you please direct me to an inn?" your voice betrays a slight panic as the man walks closer to you to answer your question.
he is a bit to close for comfort, but if you move the wind could jerk you around.
"oh yeah, the best place is down Vinkel road towards nelscrot. Its called the Merchant's Haunt! Here let me show you." he says as he jerks his hand towards you.
if he grabbed your hand he would know the sleeve that covers it isn't real, so you let go of the lamp post and back away from him. Big mistake.
