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Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

"Well I would be too if I had a body like that..." Cysma admitted. "Thanks for bringing me here anyways." He meant to gather supplies here, but he was rather...distracted by the scenery, particularly the bodies of the female elves.
 
Caoimhe rolled her eyes. Men were always the same. Always lusting. She shrugged and turned in the direction of Dain's shop. "You're welcome. Good day." She started off, wondering when Raelin would be back. She almost missed the woman's harsh company.
 
Dain would be awaiting either of the girls' return while he mixed more potions he was intending to make. Cysma, meanwhile, was almost too nervous to approach any of the Nakazuri, hoping that one of them would approach him instead.
 
Caoimhe smiled when she spotted Dain. "I'm back. Raelin should be here soon."

Raelin had just entered the city when she saw the boy standing there, looking qute daft. She smirked to herself, brushing past him slowly. "There's an inn up the road, just that way. Tell them that I sent you." She felt rather guilty for their earlier encounter, and she knew that her friends there would take care of him.
 
Dain looked up from his equipment when he heard Caoimhe's voice. "So it seems. Did you have to go far?"

Cysma turned to the shapeshifter and nodded to her appreciatively. "Thank you...Raelin, was it?" He followed in the direction that she pointed and entered the inn, looking to the front desk. "Is anyone here? I was referred by one miss Raelin...?"
 
She shook her head. "Not terribly far. Though it irritates me that she sent for me for such a silly reason."

Raelin nodded before heading back to Dain's shop. He was taken care of, at least. Now she had to go tell her student the next step to harnessing her power.

Sai-lyn hurried out of the back, smiling widely at the newcomer. "Greetings. How may I help you today?" She had bright blue eyes, and jet black hair that was cut to her shoulders. Her skin was a burnished gold, darker than Raelin's, but lghter than most of the Nakazuri.
 
Dain shrugged. "Raelin can be like that somet-" He cut himself off when he heard Raelin stepping into his shop.

Cysma paused for a while as he was distracted by the sight of the elf's naked body. He looked her over curiously before he remembered she had asked him a question. "Oh, um...I could use a room for the night. Do you take gold coins here?"
 
"I can be like what?" Raelin countered with a smirk, but waved off any answer. "I took care of that boy. I sent him to Sai-lyn's brothel. That should entertain him for a while."

Sai-lyn nodded. "Yes. We have a room available, and we do take gold coins. Is there anything else you require?"
 
"I need supplies for travelling." Cysma said to her. "I was running low on magic scrolls, food, and boobs-- I mean, potions." He began blushing profusely at this Freudian slip, and tried to hide his face.

"That boy?" Dain asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"
 
Sai-lyn giggled. "We have all of those things. Even the...breasts."

Caoimhe shrugged. "A traveler that was in Raelin's way. She called me out there to escort him back to the city."
 
"Yes..." The adventurer said, staring over the elf's body. "I never got your name. I'm Cysma..."

"I see...can we trust him in our city?" Dain asked. "And what do we have to teach our apprentice now?"
 
She bowed slightly. "I am Sai-lyn."

Raelin shrugged. "I don't see how he could be dangerous. He didn't seem very threatening." She glanced to Caoimhe. "Our apprentice gets to forge her own witch blade tonight."
 
"Sai-lyn..." Cysma repeated, rifling through his Bag of Holding to pull out a coin pouch. "How much for a room?" He asked.

"A witch blade!" Dain clapped his hands together excitedly. "Fantastic! I'm not a blacksmith, but let's see what we can do."

(Aren't you going to describe Sai-lyn's body in a bit more detail?
 
Sai-lyn glanced him up and down. "Two coins should cover it." She brushed her hair back from her face, smiling warmly.

Caoimhe cocked an eyebrow. "A witch blade?"

Raelin nodded. "A dagger that you need to release your magic. You forged your sword, right? Your mother didn't leave you a dagger, so you shall make your own."
 
"Perhaps we need to go to the blacksmith's for this?" Dain asked.

Cysma produced two coins from the pouch and handed them to Sai-lyn, wondering where she would keep them. "I've been wondering why everyone in this town is naked..." he said. He felt rather out of place considering he was the only human besides Caoimhe, he was clothed, and he was dirtier than all the elves here. Both his face and his armor had been dirtied with a combination of dirt and the now-dried blood of the monsters he slew on the way here, and his hair was equally unkempt.
 
Sai-lyn almost seemed caught off guard by his question, as though it were an odd thing to ask. "Why should we cover ourselves? Our bodies are flawless, and it would be shameful to hide them beneath clothes." She motioned to her own body, waving her hand over her soft, rounded breasts and flat, taut stomach. "Why would I want to hide myself. Am I not lovely? Should not everyone be permitted to see the work of art that the gods created?"

Raelin nodded. "If he will not allow us use of his facilities, then we shall have to make due in the woods."
 
"I do not see why the blacksmith would not." Dain said. "He already has several daggers forged and being sold, unless it is important that Caoimhe forge her own blade. We can go there when Caoimhe is ready."

The adventurer stared over Sai-lyn's body even more when she motioned to it, admiring her lovely breasts and hairless crotch. "I...I can't argue with that. I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you; it is just something that I don't see where I come from." He replied, blushing. "Where is the room that I shall be staying in?"
 
Raelin nodded. "It is important that she forge her own. Well, let us be off as soon as possible."

Sai-lyn smiled warmly once again. "It is fine. I will show you to your room." She stepped around him and toward a staircase at the back of the building. "It is just up these stairs. Follow me." She ascended the staircase slowly, her hips swaying confidently.
 
Cysma couldn't help but stare at the elf's hips the way she swayed them, and her rear as he followed behind her up the steps to where he would be staying. "Does this place offer any other services?"
 
She glanced over her shoulder with a wide smile. "Of course we do. What is it that you need?"

Caoimhe glanced to Dain. "I'm prepared to go now, if you are."
 
"Very well. We shall be off to the blacksmith's, then." Dain smiled, and led the way.

"Well," The adventurer looked over himself, at his dirty clothes and skin. "Are there any bathing facilities of any sort nearby, Sai-lyn?" He asked.
 
"There is a bathhouse behind the inn, or I can have a private bath drawn to your room." She stopped at the third door down the first hall. "Here we are. Would you prefer a private bath?"

Caoimhe and Raelin followed closely behind him, Caoimhe's step bouncing with eagerness.
 
In a few minutes' walk the three of them arrived at the blacksmith's. The interior was full of weapons, armor, and shields hanging on the walls and racks. The blacksmith elf himself was considerably more muscular than any Nakazuri Caoimhe had seen before, with a six-pack torso, bulging biceps, and well-sculpted abs. Dain explained to him that Caoimhe would need to forge her own weapon. The blacksmith nodded and stepped back from the anvil.

"I would like to see what they look like first." Cysma said. He wondered how big his private bath would be, and how far away the bathhouse was.
 
Caoimhe was surprised at how easily the large man had stepped aside to let a woman forge something. Where she was from, women were rarely even allowed to enter the blacksmith's, if only to polish new armor or weapons. "Thank you." She bowed slightly to the large man, humbled by his actions.

Raelin rolled her eyes at the girl. "Enough with the pleasantries. Let's begin."

Caoimhe shook her head in exahsperation at Raelin's attitude, but couldn't hide a small smile. She wasn't sure what there was to like aboutthe woman, but for some reason she did want to be her friend. "Alright. You said you had gathered the supplies I would need. Are you going to help me?"

Raelin shrugged. "I don't think I could. I've neer forged a weapon before. I've never forged anything. But you are a blacksmith's daughter. You were born to it, the proof is in that sword you made."

Caoimhe didn't comment that the sword was shoddy work, caught off guard by Raelin's accidental compliment. "I suppose I'm ready to begin, then."

Sai-lyn nodded, opening the door to his room and waving him inside. "The wooden tub that would be brought to your room is rather small, so if you don't value modesty I would suggest using the bath house. It is just behind the inn. I can take you there myself, if you'd like."
 
The blacksmith stood back and motioned for Caoimhe to begin. "So you do have experience. It looks like my guidance won't be needed after all." He nodded and headed upstairs, leaving the other three to forge the witchblade.

Cysma looked to Sai-lyn's naked body and decided to do what he normally would not do. "Take me to the bathhouse, please." Since these people didn't have a nudity taboo he figured that for once a public bathhouse would be much less awkward. The fact that the Nakazuri were nice to look at didn't hurt either. "Also, where can I get my armor and clothing cleaned?"
 
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