Mayor's Manor

The Hunger gnawed at his soul. Not so much his belly, full of roasted wild hog and dry biscuits, but at the very core of his being. The big man tried to dull the ache with the sharpening of his battleaxe on the whetstone. He tried to find solace in that he had been able to recover the hide armor set and boots he had painstakingly crafted. The fact that even long after he had expelled them from his body, he still had some of his victims close brought a small level of comfort. But still he hungered...
"A copper for your thoughts?" she spoke softly, femininity oozed even in the few words she spoke. The Big Man looked up, his gaze having been drawn to the fire going on in the room's oversized fireplace×. More brightly colored than even a king's entire wardrobe, she stirred something in him that he thougt he had long ago forgotten. The Beautiful Woman, covered in multi-colored veils, undoubtly Varisian, with her mocha-copper colored skin and thick, curly hair. Her hazel eyes gazed into his, the color of iron. He tried not to look anywhere else when dealing with her. She revealed just enough flesh beneath her rainbow colored veils to keep him guessing,  and more than enough to stir his appetite.
My thoughts? I think I'd like to rut you like a dragon in heat, then tear at your throat like a starving worg, drink your blood like a thirsting vampire and devour your still warm body like a....
A high pitched laughter shattered his fragile concentration. The Old Gnome Woman never failed to grip his attention with that laugh. For the briefest of movements, he felt his heart tremble with fear, looking at the gnome with the moldy green hair, sitting in an appropriately sized rocking chair, covered by a quilt.
"Oh dearie, if you truly knew his thoughts, I think they'd make even you blush." She let out another fit of laughter, "Or flee in terror. No telling." Another round of laughter at her own humor, immediately ending without transition as her brow furrowed and she began muttering about 'those damn kids'.
"No thoughts." The Big Man grunted, not wanting to betray himself to the gnome. He was being payed good money, and there would be plenty to eat soon enough. Couldn't turn on his allies yet, no matter how delicious they looked. He turned back his focus to his axe.
"Well, I'll share my thoughts for free." the woman said, dramatically stepping up from the stiffback couch, and walking past the fireplace, over to The Quiet One and his pet Orangutan, who sat idlely beside him picking at his own hairy feet, his slave collar clinking lightly. "Between the ghost, laughing gnome, you and your strange obsession with your axe, the fucking twins, and the mute idiot and stupid monkey, I am sick of being here. There is nothing to do. I have all of this gold but can't leave to buy anything!" she yelled passionately,  walking back and forth in front of The Quiet One, her heels clicking loudly on the posh marble floor. The Quiet One said, barely above a whisper,  "I am not mute.  I just have nothing to say to you." he was a balding man, well into his 40s. Missing a few teeth, he looked more the part of a conscripted peasant, in his well-worn leathers, a simple club at his belt.
"Ghost?" said an Elven male who had appeared in a doorway, leaning against the threshold lackadaisicaly. His skin, an alabaster white, his hair the color of cotton. His blade, of pure silver glinted in the candle light. "I do get tired of hearing that. Very noncreative." his voice had an eerie resonance to it, barely noticeable, which made it that much more disquieting to the ear. "What about The Gentleman? You seemed quite taken by his charm. And you said nothing of..."
"Bah!" she waved him off with a sound of disgust. "He is less a real gentleman and more of an unhinged psychopath." she gave a flourish of her gloved hand as she paced, her body moving in ways pleasing to The Big Man. "Yes, m'lady. We are all psychopaths of the unhinged variety. That's why we were hired." said The Elven Ghost.  "I am NOT a psychopath!" The Beautiful Woman shouted. "I am a professional." she hugged herself, looking abashed at her outburst.
The Ghost changed the subject, "And what of the fucking twins? Has anyone seen either of them?" he asked, feigning interest in a small glass figurine on the mantle piece. "Upstairs. Fucking. Where else?" grunted The Big Man, taking a glimmer of happiness in being vulgar.
"All day...well if nothing else positive can be said for their depravity, at least they are comitted to their favorite activity.
The Elf's ears twitched slightly, the others noticed his head snap to attention, eyes facing the hallway leading to the front door.
"Is it Va-?" started to say the quiet man.
"No. Not even I would hear or see her if it was." the white elf responded,  knowing his suspicions. "Weapons out. Time to do what we're paid for."