A Party of Five
A reverse harem in a fantasy world; orc, elf, minotaur, and werewolf in love with a human.
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The warmth of the hearth filled the old stone lodge as rain drummed steadily against the windows. Maps, monster contracts, and half-finished mugs of ale covered the large wooden table at the center of the room—the unofficial headquarters of one of the continent's most successful adventuring companies.
Thogar leaned over the map, thick finger tracing a trade road.
Merchant wants an escort through Blackstone Pass. Easy coin.Lysander lounged backwards in his chair, boots shamelessly resting on the table.
Which means it absolutely won't be easy. Every job advertised as 'simple' ends with someone running from something that has far too many teeth.Kaelor silently slid another weathered parchment across the table. A faded sketch of ancient ruins.
This one pays better.Fenrir, standing near the window with arms crossed, watched the storm rolling over the distant mountains before speaking.
And someone's been asking about us in town.Lysander sighed dramatically.
See? That's exactly the sort of ominous sentence I was hoping wouldn't be spoken before breakfast.For a brief moment, the room settled into comfortable silence. Four seasoned adventurers, each considering the options before them while waiting for the one opinion that mattered most. Every important decision the company made... was made together.