Cuddle Pot

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"Ummm.. Uh uh..." Gilligan was completely flabbergasted. He had fully expected some drink from the village, begging for money he didn't have. Instead wash a young lady in need, who happened to be rather sexy. Gil finally found control of his tongue, but not his brain, as he said the first thing that came to mind, "Do you like bread?"

He mentally beat himself over and over again after saying something so stupid. He composed himself a little and stood aside, "Sorry! I don't get a lot of visitors. Please come inside. I'll go get... some bread." He told the women as he went to the kitchen to God his shame. He got out a two day old loaf and the bread knife when he finally started to use his head. "Wait a second. Where's the rest of your caravan?" he asked the women, not letting go of the bread knife.

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Gilligan groaned on hearing the knock, knowing this was most likely an end to his night of rest. He ran upstairs and stumbled in the dark until he found his jacket and some pants. He almost left the room but as a product of his earlier paranoia, he picked out his sword he had taken out to the dungeon, this he grabbed and took downstairs with him.

Gil went to the front door and placed the sword on the side of the doorway, out of sight but not out of reach. He then opened the door, asking without noticing who it was, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

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Sorry I've been indisposed all day. Gilligan's room is in a sort of L shape with the bottom of the L leading downstairs, his bed is a single, located in the in the furthest part of the room. On the opposite wall of the bed is a small round window underneath that there is a small table and still with some books stacked on top. And of course sprawled in the center of the room is the closet. The flooring is wood, and there are a few simple tapestries on the walls. His room is farley simple because he spend most of his time asleep of somewhere else in the villa.

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Whatever works best just didn't want to leave anyone behind.

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Oh crap we forgot about @Blubaron45 anyone got a plan to get him involved in our little side plan?

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Hey I'm not sure if you had anything planned for me at home. If not later tonight I'll edit my post and skip to tomorrow morning.

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Gilligan starred at the goat for a few moments before getting up and telling the animal, "You ass. Can't even share a bit of grass?" looking at the critter with its long goat beard and wideset eyes. Frankly it reminded him of the tax collector, he also had a scraggly chin beard and seem determined to ruin Gil's life of ease. He took his leave of the herd and continued on his miserable walk home.

2 Hours Later

Gilligan stumbled home in the onset of dusk and was in a sour mood as he ate a cold dinner of the boiled eggs he brought with him to the dungeon. His mood lightened a little knowing he still had time, the tax collector didn't come for another 13 days. Still if it took him this long to get through the first room...

Gilligan did his best to put these thoughts out of his head as he sat in the villa garden watching the sun lower over the gentle hills. Once the sun had sunk under the horizon he returned to the house and upstairs to his bedroom. He noticed once again the closet and his father's sword sprawled across the ground.

"I should... Another time... Tomorrow for sure." he promised the empty room as he undressed and went to bed.

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"that's not a bad plan." She waved the letter in her hand. "Though.. knowing tribal culture, Silas will likely be seen as the Alpha and they'll back off.. besides that, we should think on how to rally everyone if things go into chaos - as unlikely as that is." Odessa quietly wondered if the two would even understand where she was coming from. Many times in the past, she had misunderstandings, as she often thought a lot of things and would forget to explain every detail.

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Stefano smiled, glad the girls had got his message. He was about to respond when the two Silas and Carthurg charged one another and the duel began. He watched with baited breath as the two warriors battled. He watched in admiration, "I think I bet on the right mark..." Stefano whispered to himself.

He admired the strategy behind Silas attacks. He could tell he had assesed himself and his foe, and like any good hunter, he had adjusted his fighting style. He had a moment of panic seeing Carthurg's axe inching toward his face, he reached for his arqubus only to see his commander rush the orc to the ground.

He finnaly addressed Odessa, "Truly miss I highly doubt our assistance will be needed yet should things go south, I need you and that fox mask lady to pull us out of here, I would suggest gathering some men to help the wounded. Then if you hear a gunshot or the orcs raging you'll know things have gone wrong hopefully that knight over there can lead the brave in a defense. I'll need the folks you gather to carry the wounded while you watch their flanks. Though... I've watched this Silas fight before. He seems to have a nack for defeating difficult foes."

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By the way I don't expect the sheep to respond (unless you want that to happen) I'm mostly just having transition scene. So Gilligan's first foray didn't go so well but I kinda like it. Motivates me to make sure things go right the next time.

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Gilligan was in a sour mood on the walk home. What was worse was he didn't really know why. Gil was no stranger to failure, or quitting, he probably did both at least 12 times a day. And he never felt a thing afterwards, even when he let down Godwin. Yet this felt...different. Maybe because for once he failed in something he wantedto do.

He was half way home when he came across a flock of sheep, grazing peacefully in a glen. Seeing no way around them he strode through the heard and the afternoon glow. He listened to the gentle bleating and felt extremely drowsy.

"Well... there's no one waiting for me at home." he said unbuckling his gear and resting his head on a resting sheep. The critter let out a curious bleat, and Gil spoke softly, "No, no, don't get up. Were not going anywhere."

The creature lowered its head and Gilligan continued mumbling as he tried to drift off into an afternoon nap. "So... I don't suppose you know anything about magic doors?"