The remaing clothing of both the minstrel and his mate were hastily discarded as the two fell blissfully to the bed wrapped limb in limb. It was quite the enjoyable engagement for young Brego as his hands traveled over the exquisite curves of Shayliss' nubile flesh and he felt himself devoured by her soft kisses.
The heat level rose between the couple as they became more familiar with one another and their boiling blood demanded each other's focus, so much so that all other thoughts faded from their minds. This was likely the reason why neither heard the front door to the general store open or the heavy boot steps crossing the floor above. But there was no mistaking the creaking sound as the cellar door swung open and someone began descending the aged, wooden stairs into the basement.
"Shayliss!? Are you here? Why has the store been left unattended?" The deep, stern voice was that of a grown man quickly approaching the small, back room. Having been caught just as things between he and the girl were getting deeply intimate, at most Brego may have had the chance to grab a single article of clothing in a feeble attempt at modesty. Shayliss simply pulled the bedsheet over her unmentionables just as the man entered the room.
The large, burly man was in fact Ven Vinder, owner of the general store and father of the girl!
"What... What the hell is going on here?!" the man boomed as his face turned beet red in anger. "Shayliss?! I expect this kind of behavior from your sister, but now you?"
"Oh, get over it, father. I'm a grown woman now and I'll do whatever I..." Shayliss defiantly began to reply.
"Not under my roof, young lady! Now just be quiet... I'll deal with you later," the girl's father shot back, and with that, he drew closer still to the nearly naked intruder who shared Shayliss' bed. "And just what the hell do you think you're doing, son?! Hey... wait a minute. Aren't you one of those 'heroes' out of the festival raid?" Ven remarked, apparently recognizing old 'Tom', but this didn't seem to matter at the moment. "Well I don't care who you are... get your things and get the hell out of my building!!" the furious father yelled, kicking Brego's belt and pants in his direction. "And you'd better have a damn good explanation for this, or I'll see to it that you're run right out of town!"