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He wanted Zanhass to touch him, now that he knew what a handjob was all about. He realized his comprehension of the Wood Elf language was so inadequate that he did not fully follow what the girl had said. She expected it to be as hard as the mace handle she was making when Kivan had first walked in. Cadwarra felt slippery. Kivan bravely stood there, liking a partly-clad girl so close to his exposed hard-on. Kivan realized he had made a mistake rushing her. “It will do as a serviceable field repair” she conceded, trying not to be too critical. “I am to be taught to be a Squire.” Kivan answered, puzzled why his business, such as it was, was so important to an august Druid. They were beautiful. Kivan made sure the latch clicked as he shut the door and turned back to the girl. She thought how much he loved it. She was surprised by how hot it felt on her tummy. “There was that messenger that brought something earlier…that silly Baltazar fellow.