In a gust of inspiration, he grabbed the talisman lying in his heap of remaining equipment. He wasn't sure how to use it, but made a general wish for help while hanging it around his neck. A flash of light appeared in the grass in front of him.
"Well, well, what have we here?" A familiar orc stood before him, smiling knowingly as it looked towards Lannon, or rather towards the talisman now snugly positioned in the generous cleavage. Lannon intended to answer, but the moan coming over his lips wasn't exactly what he had intended.
"L'rak is my name, and the talisman you have is familiar to me. It left my hands not an hour ago. Where did you get it, pretty lady?" Once again, Lannon made only strange noises when he intended to explain the situation.
"I must assume that you are a criminal and robber, stealing from wanderers in the woods. This is the more surprising as your talisman will signal as soon as there is any physical threat towards its owner. However, we are outside the city and the rules of town doesn't apply here. I'm not bound by it. I would say you have to pay for your crime." With these words, he made a lightning fast move towards Lanner, grabbed him over the shoulders and put his free hand in the cleavage to retrive the talisman.
Lanner felt more embarrassed than ever before in his life. Not only was he accused of being a robber, He also felt hands touching in places that he wouldn't even have to bother about normally. It was to become worse, though.
