A good merchant knows never to skimp on security. The brawnier, the better.
And so behold - one hairy, testosterone-laden barbarian, and one warrior so massively muscled he doesn't bother with chest armour.
Unlike most security jobs, the barbarian and the warrior found themselves guarding nothing at all. No carts, no carriages, just one skinny little merchant man.
It would not be until they reached their destination did they find out just what the Muscle Merchant was really selling.
Rood Inverse
2019-07-07 04:20:18 +0000 UTC