Free Nightclans by Gerard Bond Page A

the stairs. Raven dropped her saddlebags in the middle of the floor and threw herself on the bed stretching, Wollfen picked her bags up and placed both hers and his to one side. Then he too fell down on the bed, it had been a long two days in the saddle and they were both aching. After a minute Raven moved pulling off his boots for him and he lay there wriggling his toes in appreciation,
    “Thank you my dear, that feels so much better.” She smiled at him,
    “See that’s why I don’t wear boots if I can get away with it. I hate em.”
    She lay back down beside him watching his face as he relaxed, he turned his head to her and looked back.
    “So what's on your mind my dear?” She smiled and tilted her head,
    “I have been thinking about all the things you must see in your travels and how much you must really know, coming to this town and seeing all its wondrous sights is so much to me, but yet from you telling me what you know, it is but a small fraction of so much more.” He nodded in return but didn’t say anything, Raven continued, “I think I could get used to traveling with you very quickly if it's as amazing as all this.”
    “There is so much more I can show you hon.” She responded by giving him a soft sensual kiss that lingered for ages, finally when she did pull away she was smiling happily at him,
    “Just take your time my darling, I am content.” They cuddled and kissed for a bit more before drifting off into a sleep.
    It wasn’t long before Wollfen stirred and as he stretched feeling Raven draped across him, he looked out the window and noticed it was dark out. He caressed her cheek lightly feeling the scar with the tips of his fingers, she stirred and her eyes opened, she felt his touch,
    “Don't it's not nice to look at it.” Wollfen wouldn’t have any of it though, he kept looking and touching,
    “You know I actually like it. It's distinctive, gives you character. It shows you have lived your life, you haven’t shied away from things when they got tough.” She looked into his eyes,
    “You really don’t mind it at all?” He shook his head, “Thank you darling, you have no idea what that means to me.”
    Raven slid over the top of him and looked down smiling, then she leaned in and gave him a hard passionate kiss that almost hurt. Pulling away she got up and went over to the window looking at all the lights burning in the town, it was a sight to see for her.
    He got up and started putting his socks and boots back on,
    “Come on hon, put your boots on, I am hungry.”
    Raven grunted and moved over to her saddle bags digging in them a little to pull her boots out. She did as Wollfen had and then when done they moved out of the room.
    Downstairs they sat in the dining area and Rolfe came over to take their orders,
    “So we have roast beef tonight and ribs too, we also have vegetables prepared in a manner you wish, baked or mashed.” Raven spoke up first,
    “I will have the roast beef thanks and a mix of baked vegetables, I’m tired of venison, it's been a long time since I have had beef.” Rolfe wrote down the order and looked to Wollfen.
    “I'll have a rack of beef ribs and mashed potato on the side plus can I have the carrots baked and glazed in honey? Then I think some boiled peas too to go with it, oh and a couple of whole baked onions too.” Rolfe grunted,
    “You always had a big appetite didn’t you?”
    Wollfen gave him a thumbs up as the barman retreated back to the kitchens.
    They sat there idly chatting looking around the room. Raven studied the other people as they waited, some of the garb they wore was curious to her, not all of it was brown, green or black like she was used to. She took particular note of a man wearing red slacks that had stripes up the outer sides in gold, his shirt was the purest white she had ever seen and he also had on a wide brimmed hat with a large feather sticking out towards the rear, to her it looked a bit comical and she couldn’t help but