Jarvin led Gavner and his men to his quaint farm on the outskirts of the village. Upon arrival, it was clear that Jarvin was not the most tidy man in the region. If the mud wasn't enough to disuade the gang from staying there, perhaps the stench of rotten game and animal feces would. But, still, there was no where else to go.
"This be your palace for the night, boys.", said Jarvin.
The men peered into a dark, dusty barn which seems to have been neglected by both man and animal alike. The only creatures bold enough to occupy this small slice of netherworld were the rats and roaches that fed off the darkness. Even the spiders abandoned this area in fright.
Gavner looked at his mates. "Well, fellas, I hope you're tired enough to sleep through the night. You'll be better off that way."
Just then a woman called out from behind the men. "Papa!" Gavner and the boys turned around swiftly to see a vision of angelic proportions, a glowing maiden with skin as fair as goat's milk and bright blonde hair accented by the full moon. Was she a goddess sent from the clouds to bring happiness to the world? Possibly. But around here she was better known as Krystna, Jarvin's teenage daughter.



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