The leader of the guard led his troop of human soldiers to "invite" the caravan that rode just ahead, inside the Fortress to perform for Venger.He called out to his men, "Remember! We're not to harm them. We're only to bear his Lordship's message."
He ran a calloused hand over his roughened features. He'd much rather be leading his troop out to find these "Outworlders" that were expected to be hiding out in the hills somewhere. Beat the hell out of being reduced to a welcoming committee and-
"Hold on. What have we here?" he said as his eye made out the caravan that was made up of women, and extremely good looking ones at that! Perhaps this wouldn't turn out so bad... after all, Venger said only that they weren't to harm them, he never said they couldn't do anything else to them.
He leered a bit and ran a hand through his sandy-brown hair. "Well, lads, it seems we may get a bit of entertaining ourselves tonight, eh?"
His men laughed and eyed the women appreciatingly.
"Ho, ladies," the leader said as he reined in his horse, stopping before a pale woman with white tresses astride a huge black beast. "Lord Venger has sent us to extend an invitation of welcome. We shall escort you to meet him."
He licked his lips as his eye fell upon each entertainer and wondered just what their talents were exactly.
