The Wizard's Apprentice
For as long as you can remember, Eneus Grizzlebottom has looked after you as his own child. He's fed you, clothed you, and even begun to guide you along the path of wizardry.
In return, you have kept his tower tidy, provided the odd pint of virgin blood when one of his experiments called for it, and stayed out of sight when one or two of his lady friends came to call.
But today, the day of your eighteenth birthday, he has a special mission for you.
“Orphan!” he shouts from the shitter. “Orphan! Come here this instant!”
You hurry toward the sound of his voice and open the shitter door. The scent of ogre sweat lingers heavily in the damp air. When the master has a larger woman over, he takes her in here so he can stand on the commode.
“Yes, Master Grizzlebottom,” you say. “What can I do for you?”
He stares at you with weary eyes. “My bowels do not move like they did in years gone by, my lad. I need you to go into town and fetch me a vial of powdered hippogriff semen.”
“Go into town? But I've never left the tower before!”
“Be not such a little bitch. 'Tis no wonder why your parents did not want you.”
“I'm sorry, Master,” you say. “I shall go into town and do as you have asked. I won't let you down!”
The master chuckles. “It is far too late for that.” He winces in pain as he clutches his wrinkly gut, but his discomfort soon subsides. “Take my coin purse and go.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And be quick about it! I do not wish to spend all day perched upon this chamber pot.”
Without another word, you hurry down the stairs, grab the master's coin purse, and take your first steps outside the tower. So many times you have heard the final screams of lepers outside your bedroom window as impatient buzzards pluck out their eyes, but to actually be out and about amidst all the hustle and bustle of city life is even more exhilarating than you've ever dared to dream!
You stop briefly to watch a man stab an old woman repeatedly with a broken bottle before remembering that the master ordered you to be quick. This is not the time for sightseeing. You're on a mission!
As you scan the various storefronts in the immediate area, you spot two signs that mention semen. The apothecary sign boasts a “wide array of exotic animal semen from the farthest reaches of the realm” while the brothel sign simply reads, “We love semen!”
You're torn between the two of them when your attention is drawn back to the man who had been stabbing the old woman. Her screams have stopped, and she appears quite dead. The man rifles through her bloodied clothes until he finds what he's looking for.
“Thank you, mother,” he says, chuckling to himself as he pulls two copper coins out of her pocket.
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