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With the sale of your meager loot complete and some small amount of funding secured, your next destination is the local church. It's far less ostentatious than the temples above ground, more how you would expect a humble friar's monastery to appear. They appear to worship the winter wolf that you encountered beneath the great oak tree as a tutelary deity, one of the four guardian beasts that defends their subterranean homeland.
The Black Turtle of the North.
The White Wolf of the South.
The Golden Hare of the East.
The Red Raven of the West.
Örjan lectures you at length on the omens and rituals associated with the local gods, but all of that passes through one ear and out the other. As fun as clinging to his surprisingly muscular arm feels, letting it squish between your bare breasts, with a partner this unresponsive it almost saps your energy. Could he maybe put a little bit of the enthusiasm he has for the Raven and the Hare towards bending you over and taking full advantage of the warm, wet gratitude that you want to show him?
No wonder everyone who's looked at the two of you had gazes full of pity. You thought they were intended for him, the young boy ensnared by such a vixen, but no. That pity must have been for you. A vixen who finds herself confronted with a wall so difficult to climb that she has gotten stuck, doomed to curl up and wither like a rose out of season. A part of you wonders if you shouldn't just take the lead yourself, since he seems so inept at the role men are meant to take.
In fact...
The temple keeper closes the iron door behind the two of you with a sly grin and a heavy thunk. Perhaps he saw your frustration there, allowing you some alone time with the young and airheaded outrider. Örjan certainly does not show any unseen devious side, once he's all but locked in a dusty old library with a woman wearing nothing but a cloak and a loincloth. A proper young man would not have been able to help himself but to feast upon the table laid out for him; clearly, Örjan is hopeless.
"You wanted to take a look at a map of the Labyrinth, right?" Örjan asks. It's a question that raises some concerns, as your village should be man leagues away from the nearest entrance to such a major dungeon... but what else could it be? Of course, those questions are fleeting as your eyes wander over Örjan with a woman's hunger. "Not just a map of Cold Caverns?"
"Yes, that's right..." you give a breathy, absent minded answer.
