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uark's after leaving the computer
instructions on where to reach him in case of an emergency.
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Copyright 1993(c) by the author.
Mikar looked at the man approaching him. He was a warrior. A very big
man with wild, dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was dirty with travel and
very tough looking.
"Boy how would you like to earn some gold?" The man looked down at
Mikar with a hunger in his eyes. Hunger and anticipation.
"What would I do to get this gold?" he asked, brushing his long golden
hair out of his face. His eyes looked up warily at the stranger.
"Follow me," said the warrior. Mikar followed. The warrior took the
lad to an anonymous inn, and up to his room.
"Sit down." Mikar sat on the bed. The man leaned against the door to
the room, there was no window.
"I am on a quest and have sworn myself to the cause of killing the
sorceress Achthyl. I have also sworn not to lie with a woman until my quest is
done. Achthyl has placed a curse of lust and passion on me. I am in need
of... companionship." Mikar saw the great difficulty the man was having in
keeping himself under control. Well, he thought, I am trapped already so...
"Funny word for it... what's your name?"
"Nikola, Nikola Lastch
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