It was well past midnight and Voldrak was indeed surprised to not find her in her room. He headed out of the inn itself intent on looking around when he spotted a dark feminine figure sitting in the corner with a drink in her hands.
"You're drinking so late?" He asked as he sat down right beside her with a curious look on his face.
"You don't look particularly troubled," he continued when he watched her direct a stunning smile at him, scooting he chair closer to his, and lying her head on his shoulder.
Flonda was tall and the only reason she could do such a thing was because Voldrak was a tad bit taller.
"Are you okay?" he asked again after a couple of seconds filled with complete silence of her doing nothing but laying her head on his shoulder.
Again, she didn't immediately speak as she simply closed her eyes and took in the smells around her especially of Voldrak who still had a faint smell of sex on him, something she didn't even bat an eye to.
