Fall 32nd, 513 AV
“Is there such a thing as a morning after salve or ointment for men?”
The expression on Bolivar's face showed no humor finding himself in Stormhold Salves. The nature of the question being one of the sole reasons Stormhold Salves had such a nice location in Syliras. Pain and it's treatment. What else could he be talking about?
Lowering his gaze Bolivar told of the unique circumstances he had experienced and how it seemed to have left him more then a wild memory of that night. No this had to do with petching some crazy girl, well it invovled petching a wild woman but that wasn't the issue. It was how she did it. Not the sexing but the magic she used on him. Not the worldly kind of magic trades and skills but personal addictive magic. The most crippling and debilitating type that leaves people wondering why mages learn such a dangerous art.
“I have feelings of weakness in places where I normally show confidence. I don't feel as limber and reactive like I normally do.”
Bolivar stood still slightly cringing from the pain. Between his legs was where the pain was. Explaining it to the man who seemed to be tending the store Bolivar asked if this was normal after his first time. He imagined it did. After all leeching a new concept and form of magic ravaged the squire's senses upon first contact.
“Ever done experienced something like this pain I'm feeling? Well at the very least you've dealt with the people that have I'm guessing.”
Why am I talking so familiarly with this guy?
He didn't need to know all the details. In fact it might have made him uncomfortable. Clutching his tummy Bolivar felt his stomach do backflips just talking about it. Of course it wasn't his stomach but the squire had no idea what to call the djed in the center his body. Perhaps his core? Whatever it was it was flabby and needed some medication. Looking to Aoren Bolivar looked with apt anticipation on what the young man had to say.
“Is there such a thing as a morning after salve or ointment for men?”
The expression on Bolivar's face showed no humor finding himself in Stormhold Salves. The nature of the question being one of the sole reasons Stormhold Salves had such a nice location in Syliras. Pain and it's treatment. What else could he be talking about?
Lowering his gaze Bolivar told of the unique circumstances he had experienced and how it seemed to have left him more then a wild memory of that night. No this had to do with petching some crazy girl, well it invovled petching a wild woman but that wasn't the issue. It was how she did it. Not the sexing but the magic she used on him. Not the worldly kind of magic trades and skills but personal addictive magic. The most crippling and debilitating type that leaves people wondering why mages learn such a dangerous art.
“I have feelings of weakness in places where I normally show confidence. I don't feel as limber and reactive like I normally do.”
Bolivar stood still slightly cringing from the pain. Between his legs was where the pain was. Explaining it to the man who seemed to be tending the store Bolivar asked if this was normal after his first time. He imagined it did. After all leeching a new concept and form of magic ravaged the squire's senses upon first contact.
“Ever done experienced something like this pain I'm feeling? Well at the very least you've dealt with the people that have I'm guessing.”
Why am I talking so familiarly with this guy?
He didn't need to know all the details. In fact it might have made him uncomfortable. Clutching his tummy Bolivar felt his stomach do backflips just talking about it. Of course it wasn't his stomach but the squire had no idea what to call the djed in the center his body. Perhaps his core? Whatever it was it was flabby and needed some medication. Looking to Aoren Bolivar looked with apt anticipation on what the young man had to say.