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"Ah, Franklin, good to see you again."

Franklin stepped up to the desk, behind which was a tall, curvy pantheress, who had stood up as he approached, leaning forward on her desk with a large smile, her arms pressing her breasts up and together. "Madame Jenora," greeted the hyena, a characteristic grin of his own splitting his face open. This was his favorite brothel; Always with a smile and a show.

"I take it you'll be spending time with us tonight again?" asked the brothel owner, her hips swaying from one side to the other, her long tail flicking behind her.

"You know me, Jenny," said Franklin, his voice dropping an octave as his hand strayed to his belt, fingers brushing the dagger resting there before grabbing hold of the pouch beside it, clinking with ill-gotten gold as he dropped it on the desk. "The usual rate, right?"

"It's only been two weeks, Franklin. That, at least, hasn't changed." Jenny inclined her head, though just as Franklin turned, she spoke. "However... You could try for something... Different, tonight, Franklin." Franklin's ears perked up, and he turned back, crimson eyes locked onto the woman.

"Oh?" he asked, stepping back up to the desk and leaning in close to the pantheress.

"Not me," she said bluntly, still with the sweetest of smiles on her face. "You should know that by now, Frankie."

Franklin let out a high-pitched cackle that hyenas were famous, or infamous, for, before shaking his head. "I'll get you someday, Jenny."

"Someday. Obviously, not tonight." Jenny lifted her hand, snapping her fingers. A rabbit, much shorter than Franklin, emerged from the door behind Jenny to her left. For a moment Franklin was thrown off by the rather wide, round hips, since the rabbit's chest was completely flat and bare, but now that he looked at him, he could tell that the lapine was male. His coloration was mostly white, with what appeared to be black "cow spots" all over his body, not unlike an artist might have splashed the rabbit with black paint. What struck Franklin the most, however, were the rabbit's eyes; The left was a deep blue, but the right eye was a bright emerald green. "Franklin, this is Wendell." Wendell bowed his head, hands clasped in front of a long, black silk loincloth. "I'm expanding my customers' options, and Wendell here is the first of hopefully many new young men to join the brothel."

Franklin was frowning, head tilted to one side as the rabbit's mismatched eyes were watching the hyena's feet. "Well, this is different," said Franklin, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Do you not like the males, Franklin?" asked Jenny, and Franklin turned to her as Wendell shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"No, it's not that." Franklin shook his head, and Wendell visibly relaxed, not that Franklin noticed. "I'm just used to women." The hyena grinned again. "Ah, he looks enough like a woman, anyway." Wendell's ear twitched, and Jenny pursed her lips.

"Is it simply a different flavor from what you're used to from me?" guessed Jenny, one hand on her hip while the other supported her weight on the desk. She was grinning, too, as her own eyes fell on the rabbit and Franklin merely nodded. "Well, consider this special offer; Because Wendell is new, I'll need... A regular, to show him the ropes. Break him in, if you will."

"Oh, I will," said Franklin, letting out a low, deep growl, his tongue running across his lips.

"Good. Wendell will join you in your regular room shortly." Franklin hopped for a moment, before sprinting towards one of the doors to the left of the desk, no doubt on his way down the hall. Jenny sighed, looking down at the bag of gold Franklin had dropped on her desk. "It'll be a shame to lose him," she said, looking to Wendell, who had dropped his submissive posture the moment Franklin was gone, long ears falling back against his skull. "He was a big spender, even if he only came by every couple of weeks."

"Do not shed too many tears for him," said Wendell, crossing his arms as he watched the door, jaw setting forward. "You saw his wanted poster." Jenny nodded, and let out another sigh.

"I didn't say 'he was a good man'." For a few moments, Jenny chewed her bottom lip, before shaking her head and looking to Wendell. "Right. Well, you will be discreet, yes?" For the first time, Wendell grinned, too.

"Do not worry, Jenny. If I play my cards right, I will be the only person in this building who will be in any danger. Worse-case scenario, I may have to use... Percussive means to pacify him. And even then, I am certain I have quite the advantage over him, as long as no one tries to walk in on us." Wendell bowed his head again, before extending his hand towards her. "Thank you for your cooperation." Jenny grasped the rabbit's hand, gave it a shake, then looked over her shoulder at the door.

"You shouldn't keep our guest waiting, then. Your clothes and gear will be in the wardrobe of his room, once you are done. Take as long as you need."

* * *

Franklin hadn't even bothered to put his clothes into a neat pile, just let them rest wherever they landed, be it on the bed, the floor, or, in the case of one of his boots, somehow resting perfectly on top of the wardrobe on the other side of the room as he sat on the large, plush couch. Always the best, for Franklin.

The hyena had sat in many different positions, from being "coy", to sitting very blatantly, showing off what he had for his "entertainment" for the night, hips pointing to the door as he waited. It felt like such a long time, his body practically quivering from anticipation. Still, he was a patient man, if nothing else.

He was settling into yet another position - one knee over the arm of the couch, while the other curled a long, cylindrical, pink pillow against his crotch, making it point straight up with one hand while the other supported him as he leaned against the cushions - when a knock came upon his door. Tossing the pillow aside and bringing both feet down to the floor, Franklin called out, "Come in."

Wendell pushed the door open, slowly peeking in, his green eye twinkling in the soft light of the suite for a moment, the rest of his face obscured. The eye fell between Franklin's legs, the brow raising in what Franklin took as a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Don't be shy," rumbled the hyena, licking his lips again. "Come in, bunny, have a seat." As Wendell stepped more fully into the room, closing the door slowly behind him, Franklin added, "Or a taste. Honestly, I'm not picky." He let out another high-pitched hyena cackle, throwing his head back. Wendell took the moment that Franklin wasn't watching him to allow himself a grimace.

Save me from hyenas.

Franklin recovered from laughing at his own non-joke, rolling his head from side to side as he ran his own large hands down his bare thighs, smoothing down the brown, speckled fur. Wendell had to admit - to himself, of course - that Franklin did indeed have quite the body. Toned, lean muscle, very little fat, a very nice six-pack, and arms that could probably lift Wendell quite easily if Franklin had the inclination.

And, honestly, what Franklin was packing between his legs was... Well. If dicks were blades, Franklin would probably be just under a claymore, and he wasn't even hard, yet. In comparison to the average male, of course. Franklin was no horse, not that Wendell would have complained about that, either.

He had been watching Wendell's eyes as the rabbit stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, and he smirked, catching sight of the bunny biting his bottom lip with his mildly bucked teeth. "See something you like, bunny?" he asked, lifting one foot up to rest on the toes, knee raised a little bit as well, and he leaned slightly to one side. The black shaft between his legs twitched from Wendell's gaze, and the action of Franklin shifting in his seat. Wendell gulped, his bottom lip falling from between his teeth again before he looked up at Franklin's face. The hyena lifted his chin, beckoning his entertainment towards him.

Wendell stepped forward, hands clasped in front of his loin cloth again. "On your knees," said Franklin, his voice going deep and authoritative, though the rabbit could tell he was trying a little too hard, trying to sound impressive and intimidating, giving his voice too much gravel. Wendell paused, pursing his lips nervously, before lowering slowly onto his hands and knees, crawling over to the hyena. Those red eyes watched the bunny approach, and it was Franklin's turn to bite his own lip. "Such a cute li'l bunny, aren't ya?" he asked, a hand coming up under Wendell's chin and squeezing a little too hard. The rabbit forced himself not to wince as he looked up at Franklin.

"Now, then," said Franklin, releasing the rabbit again and throwing the arm over the back of the couch, the other resting on his own thigh. "Jenny said you were new. I'd like you to show me how new. Did you get any training beforehand whatsoever?"

"Well," began Wendell, "I--" However, he was cut off by the hyena's free hand snapping out, faster than he'd expected, and clutched a fistfull of the back of Wendell's hair, and pulled him roughly so that his nose was shoved into the large, plump pair of orbs hanging below the black shaft.

"I didn't say 'tell me'," growled the hyena, grimacing at the rabbit, who shuddered involuntarily. "Now, did I?" The scent of the hyena from this close was almost overwhelming; Wendell felt his eyes glaze over before Franklin tugged him back up, only to shove the rabbit's nose repeatedly into his sac with each emphasized word. "I said 'show me'. I didn't pay a bagfull of my well-earned gold to listen to some slut talk to me. I paid to have my dick sucked, and I expect to get what I paid for." Wendell was panting as Franklin finally pulled him back, only to shove him back in for one more slap for good measure. "Got it?"

'Well-earned', my fuzzy taint, thought Wendell, rubbing the back of his head once Franklin released him and he leaned back again, though only a little, since, he hated to admit it, the scent had gotten to him. However, Wendell merely sighed, looking down at the dick before him and pursing his lips again. Franklin would get his, soon. Taking a deep breath through his nose, and catching a big whiff of the musk said dick gave off, the rabbit lifted his hands up, placing his palms on the insides of the hyena's admittedly very impressively-toned thighs.

With Franklin watching him closely, Wendell slid his left hand up, fingers sliding through the fur until they reached the black flesh, thumb hooking under the thick shaft while the rest of the fingers rested on top. It was getting harder by the second, probably mostly from Franklin's own show of dominance. Hell, Wendell could only guess that it was only due to the fact that they were lacking an audience that Franklin hadn't gone hard as stone by this point. Being that narcissistic would have just been the cherry on top of Franklin's precious personality.

"Sinister li'l rabbit, ain't ya?" asked Franklin, and Wendell was caught off-guard for a moment, heterochromic eyes snapping up to meet with the hyena's brown.

"How--" However, he cut himself off, remembering his role, and looked away, shaking his head. Franklin smirked as Wendell started to move his hand up and down, the thick foreskin sliding over the head of the shaft, before being stretched back down.

"I'm glad you learn quick, bunny," said Franklin, though his ear twitched, and he lifted his chin to look thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "I wouldn't have minded an excuse to shove your face back into my balls, though." Franklin threw his head back again, letting out that annoying hyena cackle. Once again, Wendell allowed himself a grimace and a roll of his eyes, his long ears falling back against his skull, though they perked up immediately once Franklin calmed and lowered his chin again. Every other hyena he'd ever met was either sensible, friendly, or both. Why was this one so infuriating?

His hand had continued to work the shaft, feeling it twitch and pulse in his grasp. It was practically rock-hard, now, the tip shining gently from the light of the room. Letting out a soft breath, Wendell leaned in, pressing his lips into the plump sac, before his tongue slipped out, pressing against the rather taut flesh. It seemed that during the two weeks he'd spent getting his "hard-earned" gold, Franklin simply hadn't had the time to take care of certain needs.

Well, now, Wendell had all night. His tongue ran up, along the length of the black shaft before flicking at the tip, connecting the viscous liquid to the tip of his tongue and allowing it to bridge the gap for a few moments. Letting his upper lip and bucked teeth rest down upon the tip of Franklin's cock, he slid his flat tongue down as he pulled up on the shaft, allowing the foreskin to engulf the tongue. Franklin shuddered, his eyes fluttering and his toes curling against the floor; long, sharp nails scraped audibly across the carpet.

Wendell slid his tongue around, back and forth, in a crescent arc, never going all the way around, but he did tilt his head this way and that for better range of movement. All the while, Franklin was letting out high-pitched, though much less annoying, pleased yips. Franklin's back arched, and the tip of his cock spurted out clear liquid every now and then. Wendell adjusted the angle of the shaft, making it point more towards Franklin's chest than anything else, though for now the pre simply leaked down the back, leaving a thin, glistening trail.

The hyena placed a palm on the back of Wendell's head, and the rabbit paused, for just a moment, to brace himself, though the shove never came. Instead, Franklin's fingers ran through Wendell's hair, nails being downright tender as he scratched a place between Wendell's ears. Well. This was something refreshingly different from the hyena, though Wendell guessed that it wouldn't last long if he dawdled too much, so he continued on.

Slipping his tongue out from within the foreskin, he wrapped his lips around the tip, before taking a deep breath through his nose, unable to help taking as much of the hyena's scent as he could, before beginning the long trek down, his lips going past inch after inch of long, thick hyena dick. Down, past the popped veins, past the subtle wrinkles of flesh, down he went, even with the briefest of pauses at the tip bumped against the back of his throat until his chin pressed against the pair of black plums.

However, it seemed that that was all Franklin needed; His large fingers suddenly gripped the back of Wendell's head, whose yelp was muffled, obviously, as Franklin bucked his hips. Due to just how far down Wendell's throat he was, Franklin's thick seed was basically deposited directly into the rabbit's stomach. Not to mention, Wendell couldn't help but be impressed with just the sheer volume that Franklin seemed to be able to produce. It was a wonder his stomach wasn't sloshing around once the tower of flesh was finally extracted from his throat.

Coughing, Wendell wiped his lips with the back of his arm. "Well, that was a nice warm up," grunted Franklin, stroking his own shaft, now. Wendell blinked, looking back up at Franklin, who reached out, grabbing Wendell by the ears. "Up, bunny," he said, standing up himself. Wincing, Wendell climbed to his feet, before Franklin shoved him roughly at the couch onto his belly. "Perk your butt up and reach back to spread it," ordered the hyena.

Now that his back was to Franklin, he grimaced freely and allowed his ears to fall back this time. Perhaps Franklin would mistake it for submission, rather than contempt. Still, Wendell did as he was told, raising his rear up and flagging his tail, his heels also raised onto the balls of his feet so that Franklin wouldn't have to squat too much. Reaching back with his left hand, he pressed his fingers into his own taut, firm rear, and pulled it apart.

Wendell looked over his shoulder, pulling on his best submissive face, watching as it looked like Franklin was frowning at the rabbit's butt. Said rabbit was confused for a few moments, before it became apparent that Franklin was, in fact, not frowning, but building up saliva in his maw, before he spat between Wendell's butt cheeks, the rabbit very nearly giving the hybrid a swift kick right then. He was at the right angle. He could ust lift his foot up and slightly back, those black balls would have gotten practically crushed under Wendell's heel. But, no. For now, he had to grin and bear it. Soon, though. Soon.

Wendell looked forward again and, while not carnivorous as Franklin's were, bared his teeth, his free hand clenching into a fist on top of the cushion. Not that Franklin saw either of those as he slapped Wendell's hand away now, pressing his butt cheeks together and alternated sliding them together. "Ugh," Wendell grunted in disgust, unable to help it.

"Yeah, ya like that, don't ya, bunny," said Franklin hoarsely. Well, at least someone was enjoying himself. Finally, the hyena leaned forward reaching out to place a hand on the rabbit's shoulder, holding him down against the cushions, while the other held his dick steady, angling the tip against the now lubed-up - as far as Franklin was concerned - hole, before his hips moved forward.

Once again, like before, inch by inch, little by little, the hyena's dick was moved into him. And again, Wendell was surprised, pleasantly, to find that Franklin's demeanor was practically night and day so long as his dick was in something warm and tight. He even angled the penetration slightly downwards so that the tip slid up against Wendell's prostate, making the rabbit let out a soft, genuine moan. Perhaps this was the real--

That thought was cut off shortly after Franklin's hips pressed against Wendell's butt. The hyena lifted one leg up, bracing it against the couch before he began to thrust like there was no tomorrow, barely pulling out more than three or four inches, rocking the rabbit hard beneath him, balls slapping earnestly against Wendell's taint.

Not that Wendell was complaining, though it wasn't quite as good as say, if Franklin were to pull out a few more inches so he'd get a little more enjoyment out of it. Still, his own dick, while obviously smaller than Franklin's, still was a little bigger than what was the average, was rock hard, though he kept his hands deliberately on either side of his head, pressed into the cushions.

Again, though, Franklin was very quick to burst, but the volume was practically the same as the amount that he'd basically fed Wendell earlier, muscles in his legs contracting as he deposited quite the large load into Wendell's bowels.

After several moments, the hyena stepped back, clutching his sore dick and rubbing it slowly up and down, panting softly. "You're not... Done yet... Are you?" asked the rabbit, and Franklin looked up, blinking. Wendell was swaying his butt back and forth, the white cotton tail wiggling madly above the hole, where globs of thick cum was dribbling out. "Jenny said... You have me... For the night. The whole night."

Franklin's maw split open into another massive grin, and he stepped forward, reaching out to pull Wendell up by the shoulder to get him to his feet.

* * *

Both of them quite lost track of time, and Wendell, being a rabbit, couldn't help but be impressed by Franklin's stamina, though eventually, the hyena was starting to get worn down. Slowly but surely, Wendell had started taking control, subtly telling Franklin what to do and where to do it. Right now, Franklin had him against the wardrobe, the rabbit's much smaller frame getting bounced and slammed up against the doors. "There you go, yeah. Fuck my ass, fuck it," Wendell was whispering, one arm around Franklin's neck, while the other was reaching back, using a shelf on the inside of the wardrobe, since one of the doors had been knocked open by the force of the impacts upon it.

Wendell was clutching Franklin's head against his neck, where the hyena's teeth had clamped down, but surprisingly not too hard, and Wendell was practically moaning into Franklin's ear. Letting out a high-pitched yelp, the hyena burst for the umpteenth time inside Wendell, the rabbit's back arching, before Franklin stumbled back a few paces. Wendell, gripping onto the back of Franklin's neck, directed him as he walked backwards, whispering into his ear. When the hyena fell heavily onto the bed, which was probably the only flat surface that they'd not fucked on, Wendell placed a hand onto Franklin's stomach, pressing into the firm six-pack there, and leaned forward, looming over the hyena as he started to bounce, slowly.

Franklin whined, almost pitifully, his hands lifting to press his palms into his eyes tired eyes. "Come on, Frankie," whispered Wendell softly, rolling his hips back and forth, his butt sliding across the hyena's thighs. "You got one more in you, right? Just one? Come on." Franklin whimpered, though it turned into a growl as he reached up, grasping the frame of the bed as he rocked his hips upwards, rather weakly, in time with Wendell's own movements. His eyes were closed, his maw hung open, tongue lolled out.

He didn't even last as long as the last time, and it seemed that he'd finally been drained of just about every drop, as this final spurt was rather disappointing, and he collapsed weakly into the bed. "C... Can't," mumbled Franklin. "...'M done."

Wendell tutted softly. "Aw, poor 'yena," he said, rubbing his palm against Franklin's cheek, then clicked his tongue against his mildly bucked teeth. "Ah, well." Something clicked, and Franklin became aware of something being closed around his neck.

"Wh-" He opened his eyes, looking down, but not able to see what it was, before looking up. Wendell was waving his hands and fingers, a soft, shimmering light surrounded his hands. The rabbit was looking, not directly at Franklin, but at his hands. Looking up, the hyena saw the same lights, and he gasped, pulling desperately at the invisible, but powerful bonds. "What are you doing!?" demanded the hyena.

Wendell pulled on a grin that rivaled Franklin's, lifting his arms up to lace his fingers behind his head. "Hold spell," he said simply. "But, I suppose a Pyromancer wouldn't know that." Leaning forward, he pulled his butt up, and with a squelch, Franklin's dick popped out and slapped against the hyena's belly, making him let out a weak, high-pitched yelp. Wendell winced and let out a soft yip, himself. Still, while Franklin had released several times that night, Wendell hadn'ta single chance to. Lifting his leg, he pulled off of Franklin as if he were dismounting a horse.

"You're gonna pay for this, rabbit," growled Franklin as Wendell turned his back on him, opening the wardrobe up. His crimson eyes began to glow and he clenched his hands into fists.

"First of all," said Wendell, rummaging through the wardrobe. "My name is Wendell Honeydew. You didn't even say my name once all night. So rude. Ah." He extracted a badge, pointing it at the hyena. "I'm a Red Mage, of the Rangers."

Franklin, who was already getting his steam back, snarled, his eyes glowing even brighter. "You don't have the juri--"

"The local authorities of the houses you've robbed don't have jurisdiction," interrupted Wendell, correcting him. "But the Rangers' jurisdiction extends across the entire continent, if there is a Guild to find. There just so happens to be one in this town. Missed that, did you?. 'If you are wanted, we will find you'. Rangers' Motto. Secondly--" Franklin suddenly let out a yelp of pain, and his body writhed and shook. Wendell winced sympathetically. "...Secondly, that is a magical restraint collar. It's nullified your powers, so you cannot throw a fireball if you tried, and you will be punished if you do try. Hell, if that got on me, I'd be just as powerless."

"Y-you don't have any proof!" The Hold spell had locked Franklin's wrists to the headboard, the wood creaking as Franklin pulled with all his might against it.

Wendell was rather boredly tugging on his pants, barely giving Franklin a glance. "We have an eyewitness, who happens to be Friedrich Loch." Franklin froze.

"...The painter?"

"The painter," confirmed Wendell, who pulled out a small portrait. "I think he captured your visage well," he added, showing it to Franklin.

It was a very crudely drawn picture of something very fat and spotted with a small head, stick arms and legs, and a tiny, thin line between the legs. Franklin blinked, before Wendell looked at it, himself. "Oh, wait. Silly me. That one was mine." Franklin's eyes started glowing again and a vein popped on his right temple. "I had a lot of free time while I waited for you to get back, so I decided to draw you how I thought you actually looked. You know how painters tend to dramatize things, right? Ha. Anyway, to your credit, Madame Jenora did say I got the dick wrong."

Franklin spluttered incomprehensibly for several moments, his eyes almost literally blazing crimson. "You-- I-- Aaaghhh!" The restraint collar sent a shock through him again, and Wendell shook his head, tutting softly again.

"I knew Pyromancy was among the simplest of all magicks, but I had no idea that Pyro_mancers_ were that stupid." He sighed, before reaching back into the wardrobe. "I wasn't lying, though," he said, pulling out a second portait, and showing it to Franklin. This one had Franklin's face, illuminated by his hand, which was on fire, the rest and most of the other half of his face covered with black shadows. It was a near-perfect recreation of his grin, his fire, and his eyes, though the one illuminated by the fire was a bright orange, rather than red. Wendell cleared his throat, rolling his shoulder as he rummaged through the wardrobe again, putting on a red, pointed had with a matching red feather tucked into it, and a rolled up parchment. "May as well make this official," he muttered, and coughed once, holding up his Ranger's badge and unraveling the parchment.

On the parchment was Franklin's face again, the same one in the painted portrait had, only this one was sketched with charcoal. "I, Wendell Honeydew, by the authority of the Rangers of the Kingdom Jem, stationed in Spring's View, hereby place the accused, Franklin the Pyromancer, under arrest for the following; Eight counts of theft, four counts of assault and eight counts of arson." Dropping his official tone, Wendell fixed Franklin's with a glare, and the hyena couldn't help but shiver uncomfortably as the rabbit's voice actually dropped to a very impressive and downright chillingly un-rabbit-like gravelly baritone. "You're lucky one of those 'arsons' didn't end up as a count of 'murder', or your bounty would have been 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. And frankly?"

Wendell stepped up to Franklin and reached out, pointing two fingers at the hyena, which started to crackle and flash with electricity, casting the rabbit's face into sharp, shadowed relief. "...I wouldn't have been picky." Franklin couldn't even think of a retort, his jaw hanging slack as he stared at Wendell, who had turned his back on him again and started to dress himself, first pulling on a rest vest. "Might as well get comfortable now, Frankie," said Wendell, now not even giving the hyena a glance. "When I get dressed, I'm taking you to Spring's View."

* * *

"Ah, finally leaving, Franklin?"

Wendell paused, glancing over his shoulder at Jenny, who was sitting at her desk, reading over the books for the week, no doubt. "Yes, he's finally wore out from his night of entertainment," said the rabbit, grasping Franklin by the shoulder and turning him around. Jenny looked up and smirked. The large hyena still had the collar around his neck, and his hands were held in front of him, this time by actual rope.

Wendell was now wearing his full Red Mage attire; Hat, tunic, boots, complete with cape and a rapier on his right hip. There was also an oak wand in a sheath like a dagger on his right thigh. "Didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"Honestly, I thought he might actually outlast me at one point," admitted the rabbit, patting Franklin fondly on the back. Franklin only rolled his eyes, and turned away from Jenny, who laughed softly. "I will admit I... Endulged myself a little. If nothing else, he iss very... Gifted." Franklin's ears twitched at that and he turned back to Wendell again, though he said nothing. "Again, Jenny, thank you for your cooperation." As he turned to the door, Wendell paused jut as he started pushing. "Oh." Wendell turned one last time to Madame Jenny, looking sheepish. The pantheress looked up from her books, frowning slightly.

"Yes?" she asked, her brows furrowing.

"...I left some Jems on the bedside table. During my... Efforts, the sheets... Well, they got some... Tears." Jenny lifted her chin, looking down her nose at Wendell for a moment, before letting out a sigh and shaking her head.

"As long as you left some gold to pay for it, it's fine... And anyway, we always keep spare sheets and blanets for this occasion." She lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers. "So relax, Sir Ranger."

Wendell let out a relieved sigh, and turned back to the door, pushing Franklin towards it. "Right, then. After you, Frankie. It is a long journey back to Spring's View on foot."