Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, grumbled as she stared down at the magical pendant around her neck. Beneath her Faeht gracefully walked along and Narlissa knew her loyal horse would stick to the road without fail, which meant she could focus on what was annoying her.
The pendant was not working. It was supposed to turn her invisible but it was no longer doing so, at least not for any useful length of time. The pendant was a golden disc on a delicate chain, and on the disc was engraved a picture of an open eye. When she concentrated on the item the engraved eye closed and she became invisible. She remained that way until she concentrated again, at which point the eye reopened and she was visible once more.
But that was no longer happening. The eye would close, but reopen again within seconds. If it only hid her from sight for a few moments then it was barely any use at all.
She gave up thinking about it and checked her pack out of habit. It still contained half a dozen pouches full of gold from the treasure haul she had scored from the ancient warlock's trove a few weeks back.
She was grateful once again for the enchanted bag she had bought almost immediately after her adventure. It was constructed in such a way that it magically held far more items than its size would suggest, and made them weigh next to nothing on top of that. All the gold she carried would normally have been almost unbearably heavy but with the magical pack they felt as light as a feather.
She counted the bags of gold and smiled to herself when she realised there was still a lot left. She could afford to take a year off if she wanted and live in total luxury for that entire time.
However she knew she would get bored if she did so - she enjoyed her work too much for that. For you see, Narlissa was one of the greatest thieves in the whole queendom. Not one of the most famous, of course, because the half-elf understood that the best thieves were practically unknown.
But you see, she had a moral code too. She only ever stole from those that she felt could afford the loss, and what's more they usually deserved it too. She had a code that she kept to so that she didn't become a truly bad person even if she was a thief.
Afternoon stretched into evening as she rode and even worse dark rain clouds had started to form in the sky, making it even darker than it otherwise would have been. The thief knew she'd need to stop soon before a downpour started.
Narlissa took up Faeht's reins and grimaced. A familiar throb had started in her magic cunt and she grumbled to herself. She was feeling very horny but that was no real surprise. And unfortunately for her she was in the middle of the wilderness and had seen no sign of a tavern on her journey today. It looked like she would have to take matters into her own hands even though that did not provide anywhere near the same sense of relief.
A few minutes later the heavens did open and rain started to hammer down. Faeht broke into a trot and Narlissa cursed under her breath at the weather. They crested a hill and the half-elf smiled as she laid eyes upon a small farm.
It was really getting dark now so she quickly led Faeht off the road and into the farm, heading towards the barn. She had no desire to knock on the door because she was never sure how people would react to a lone traveller and particularly not a half-elf. It was safer just to remain undetected. She would sleep in the barn and leave in the morning before anyone even knew she was there.
She jumped down from Faeht and picked the lock on the barn door before leading her mount through and shutting it again behind her. She couldn't lock it from the inside but she was sure that wouldn't matter. The barn was full of hay and also seemed to serve as a stables given the four stalls on one side, two of which had horses in. There was a mezzanine on the back wall that was reached by climbing a ladder.
As the rain noisily fell on the roof Narlissa led Faeht to the furthest stall, which was empty. She gathered some food and water for the mare and then shut the door, happy that her mount would be fed and rested. That done, she quickly climbed the mezzanine to the small balcony and looked around.
It was actually quite comfortable. There was a small lamp that was unlit and a wide mattress on a bed of hay. Clearly someone slept up here sometimes and Narlissa remembered that sometimes farmers had to stay in the barn if one of their animals was sick. That was likely what this was for.
She took off her cloak, laying it down so that she could use it as a blanket and then slowly stripped out of her wet armour. When she was nude she climbed beneath the cloak and listened to the rain. She was hungry and horny but she had no food. That would have to wait until the morning. The horniness however she could do something about.
Her hand slid down her body, coming to rest between her thighs. Just as she started to enjoy herself there was a sudden creak and she opened her eyes and turned her head. The door to the barn was open and a man in his mid-twenties was leading a horse in.
"Hello?" the man called with suspicion. "Is someone in here?"
Narlissa wondered how he knew but then she remembered the lock. She had not thought it would matter but clearly this man remembered that he'd locked the door.
She decided to say nothing but knew he would probably see Faeht. And of course a few seconds later he did when he led his horse to the empty stall and found Faeht in it.
"I know someone is in here," he said loudly. "Show yourself, thief! I will not have someone steal my family's horses!" He set his legs apart, clearly ready for a fight.
Narlissa sighed. She had no choice. "I'm up here," she said, looking down at him from the balcony. "I am sorry, I came to seek refuge from the weather in your barn."
The man jumped at her voice and narrowed his eyes at her. "How do I know your intention isn't to steal our horses?"
"Because I'm wearing nothing but a cloak wrapped around myself for warmth, and I would hardly be able to make a quick getaway like this," Narlissa grinned, standing up so that he could see she was telling the truth. She was holding the cloak up at her neck so nothing indecent was revealed but from her bare shoulders and arms it was obvious that she was telling the truth.
The man looked at her for a moment longer than necessary before he finally turned away. He led his own horse into the remaining empty stall and then turned back to Narlissa.
"I will not throw you out in this weather, but I cannot invite you into the house. I do not think my family would appreciate a trespasser."
"I understand," she replied. "Thank you for letting me stay in here. I will leave everything as it is."
"Apart from the food you have stolen for your horse?"
Narlissa smiled sheepishly. "Apart from that. I will repay you in the morning."
"There is no need," the man said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "We have plenty of feed, and I will not let a horse go hungry. Not when it is only for one night." Then he met her eyes. "Speaking of food, I suppose it would be proper of me to offer you some dinner, since you are technically now a guest."
Narlissa did not want to impose any further when this man was already being generous in letting her stay, but at the same time she was very hungry. "If you have any going spare, I would be most grateful."
The man nodded. "Then I will be back in a moment."
Narlissa lit the small lamp and waited a few minutes until he reappeared at the barn entrance, this time shutting the door behind him. He walked over to the mezzanine and then deftly climbed the ladder with one hand as his other was holding the small pack she knew contained the food.
