It was late, and raining. Actually, raining was an understatement. It was more like; a big dam in the sky broke and was in the process of flooding the earth. Lightning raced away from the clouds illuminating the land. Thunder cracked like a tree being snapped into by a giant.
Two cloaked figured ran down the muddy road. They were making their way to a roadside tavern called, well; they couldn't tell what it was named because it was too dark. They could see that the lanterns were still lit. That was good sign that they could get rooms for the night.
The two cloaked beings stopped for a few seconds at the front door to catch their breaths. When the first one opened the door a round-shaped barmaid with rosy cheeks greeted them. Her features were rather petite expects for her breasts, stomach, thighs, and bottom.
"Come in, come in, m'lords." The tavern wench said. "Take off your hoods and cloaks and warms yourselves by the fire."
"Thank you good maid." The first one, who opened the door, s