From the writings of Cire Darb --Historian --Myths of the Swohs Valley Elders
He awoke the next morning alone—It was almost noon. He hadn't slept so well in a long time. He took a turn on watch at the outskirts of the town so he didn't see the cute Brunette at all the whole day. As night approached everything was pretty much the same as the night before---there was to be another feast. And again there was food and drink –no discussion of business to transact that the women had originally spoken of just –partying and feasting and lovemaking. He left the party a little early and headed back to his room. When he arrived the little Brunette was waiting for him naked in his bed. He didn't say a word—he just took her in his arms and made love to her all night long. He couldn't even remember what it was he had wanted to ask her---earlier in the day.
The next morning he again awoke alone and it was even later than the day before. Day after day passed –food –wine—candlelit orgies of indulgence. The girls danced and entertained and everyone was happy. No one talked about moving on –there possessions were all safe---Nothing bad had happened so they had just stopped worrying. But as the week went on it seemed that somehow they numbers had decreased—but no alarm had been sounded---they had just shrugged it off as too much partying---hell the missing men were probably just off getting laid. Why even leave your room---in fact at the seventh day of their time in town—he had just slept all day.
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