Karyn + Kaimela: Bound Together

In many ways, Karyn Strongblood reflected thoughtfully, this was always what was going to happen. Kaimela had been so insistent, pointing out the synergy of it being the right day, and the right place. Just spend the night at the same roadside tavern in which they had first met, four years ago to the day. Karyn had been wary, as they were officially transporting secret correspondence from Countess Lillian Lightstrom to be delivered into the hands of Queen Lisbeth herself, but the pretty elven rogue had diligently worked her wiles, as even Karyn had to admit it would be nice to spend the night in a comfy bed instead of sleeping rough as they had been since they set out. A little wine, some intimate playtime – after all, what was the worst that could happen?

And that was why Karyn was not particularly surprised to be once again sitting in the tavern’s cellar, securely bound and gagged. Grumbling behind the wad of linen that had been wadded into her mouth, Karyn did her best to give a disapproving look to Kaimela. The elven rogue sat next to her, also tightly bound, squirming to test how much wiggle room their captors had left her. It wasn’t much.

Karyn had been distracted, so to speak, when the trio of thieves had stormed into their room. If she had been paying more attention to her mission and less on preventing Kaimela from playfully tickling her, Karyn might have been able to fight off the intruders. Instead, she and Kaimela had been quickly overpowered, and had found themselves bundled up and deposited in the cellar. The thieves had been thorough, making sure neither of them had managed to hide any blades or other weapons that they could use to free each other. To add insult to injury, the thieves had stolen their boots and Kaimela’s jacket, leaving Karyn and Kaimela alone and barefoot as the nefarious trio stole away into the night, secret correspondence in hand.

Karyn grumbled unintelligibly to herself, testing the strong cord that bound her arms and feet, her muscles straining but failing to break the rope. She looked again to Kaimela, who shrugged and mumbled something from behind her gag, of which Karyn was pretty sure was the elven rogue’s attempt at saying, “Happy anniversary!”

Karyn leaned back against the cold stone wall and sighed. It was going to be a very long night…

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