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Desira shivered and climaxed in an explosive way, seeming that even a bard orgasm has to be a great show, as soon as she did she felt thick jets of hot cum pouring into her, making her have yet another peak of glory. Thinking Riordan would never end, Desira finally found herself free of his massive rod of flesh though her ass still full with the phallic toy. After some retorting in the floor to free herself of her binding and her asshole of the sinful toy, she started insulting the half-elf that had just raped her. Sure she has enjoyed, but it was just a facade as she then turned her insults to Cortia for betraying them and to the sage himself while hiding her true motives.

She had realized how distracted the old man had become with the girls and while on the surface her insults looked like pure non sense talk, she hoped somebody else had a plan while her words, as that was all she use at this moment with her sore body, were pointing at provoking Cortia as a mean to encourage and counter the charm upon her while at the same time her cutting words clouded the perception of the old man.

Hoping Lea's action were also plan to make the wizard lower his guard, it was just a matter of seconds before any of the girls, as they were so close to him, could quickly neutralize him.
 
Lea reveled in the feeling of another hard cock sliding deep within her. The Sage's body was no match for Thrak's and it gave her more confidence, what could the slim caster really do to her? It was when she least expected it that his magic made itself known in the most erotic of ways. Her nipples had always been sensitive to touch, she enjoyed having them teased, even pinched and nibbled upon. She had never felt anything like the magical electricity that burst from the Sage's slightest touch. Her core muscles spasmed, her already tight pussy gripping his full length as her back arched in a painful ecstasy that nearly made her cum right then and there.

"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhmmmmmmm" she cried out even as her body continued to work his thick long cock. It took several moments for Lea to compose herself but when she looked up at the Sage once more her arousal was clear. "You are a naughty naughty boy." she told the ancient Sage with the young man's body. She reached behind her, banding backwards offering her still tingling breasts to his touch and magic, one hand reached his heavy balls and she caressed them but lightly drug sharp fingernails over his ball sack. "You might want to be careful with those spells." She gave him a wink as dextrous fingers teased his balls, coaxing what she hoped would be the first of many orgasms from the sexual Sage. She had forgotten for the moment about incapacitating him as she began fucking him harder, making her pert little tits bounce with each wiggle of her hips.
 
Cortia stopped in her tracks as Desira rose to her feet and began berating the two and the sage. While regular words wouldn't really get through to the girl in this state, Desira was a bard, able to put magic behind it all. With the Sage distracted, the collar lost some of the grip it had on her. Cortia blinked her clearing eyes, tilting her head. "What are you..." The cleric stopped as she began to remember what she just did. Her cheeks turned pink and her hands quickly went to cover herself, a hard thing to do with a strap-on dildo poking out. She turned her attention to Lea, the guilt of her actions hitting her. "Lea, are you okay?!" She prepared to try and get her free from the Sage, regardless of how easy the Sage might control her again.


"Yes mam." The Sage grinned and soon began thrusting into the girl full force. With her tightness working him and the girl teasing his balls, the Sage hit his first climax. Grunting he forced the Halfling fully upon his shaft, starting to release his seed deep into the girl. The thick substance flooded the small girl, soon starting to spill free from the sheer volume compared to what she could hold.

The Sage panted but was quick to recover, keeping Lea held on his still stiff shaft. At this point he noticed Cortia and Desira, looking up to see the pair glaring daggers at him. "You two couldn't wait for me to finish with my fun?" The old man gave a soft sigh, shaking his head, though he was still grinning. "I suppose I should give you all an explanation before you do something stupid and attack me." He seemed confident he could take them all in a fight, whether it was true or him being over confident was unclear though.

As Lea still seemed to be the more agreeable of the three ladies, he began moving he up and down his shaft again, seeming to have already recovered. "I have been tasked by the Queen to hand a mission to a worthy group. You lot, having gotten through to meet me have proven capable enough to handle this task." The Sage kept fucking Lea slowly as he talked, able to multitask quite easily it seemed. "The crown prince and his younger brother have disappeared, the kings men unable to find a trace of them. The Queen wants a group of skilled individuals to find her children."
 
Wantonly riding the Sage's cock, Lea didn't quite follow the change of tone behind her. Her teasing and grinding was soon rewarded with the first hot spurts of cum deep within her. The feeling of his warmth spreading within her, filling her, triggered her own climax. As she came her pussy quivered all around the thick flesh impaling her until she finally collapsed upon the Sage's chest, her tight little ass exposed to the two females behind her. Her long and often interrupted rise of passion with the two other males hand only intensified her eventual climax. She laid helplessly upon the Sage as she listened to the words being exchanged.

She could feel his cum leaking out of her tight core, the sheer volume of him being too much for her. Amazingly, even as he explained the situation he took control of her weakened body and began pumping into her again. Lea could barely stand the intensity of it all on her still quivering sex. She could feel the danger passing but wasn't fully sure just what was in store for her, besides another hot blast of the Sage's seed. Even without the collar, the Sage seemed to know how to control her, her body craving his attention and slowly beginning to rock her hips again, her ass exposed once more to her companions. The combined mix of the Sage's hot thick cum and Lea's slick juices made a sloppy wet noise as the two continued their primal coupling. "I...I could...use a little...help here." she responded to Cortia inquiry. Lea's entire being seemed intent upon driving the two of them towards another climax, what sort of help she needed was left to the imagination of the others.
 
Riordan slumped in relief at he Sage's words. That was much better than some of the alternative scenarios he had though up. After Desira had slipped from his grasp and started acting riled up, he'd thought for a moment that maybe he'd misread her wants ad intentions. However, after a few moments and seeing how distracted the Sage got, he realized what she was doing and sighed. The Sorcerous Charlatan has been torn between taking advantage, and not wanting to risk angering the Sage and getting his ass kicked.

'Rinn might be confident in his skills, but he wasn't stupid. Presumably, the old man had decades of experience and magical research on him.

Still, at Lea's words, the Half-Elf groaned ad stepped forward, grabbing her under the shoulders and pulling her from the Sage's dick. As he did, he said, "It seems our moment of fun has ended. To business, then. You say you offer a task from the Queen, but do you have proof of this? A letter bearing the royal seal, perhaps? And if we do take on this task, to find the Royal Children, what kind of rewad are we looking at?"
 
Cortia froze for a moment at Lea's word, her mind and the collar interpreting the request very differently. However when Riordan went to help Lea off, Cortia followed. The Sage did not stop them, letting go as the two pulled Lea free, leaving his cock free and slick. Though after a moment the old man clicked his fingers once more, his robes appearing on him once more, plus a letter. "Royal orders with the Queen's royal seal." Holding the letter out to the group, Cortia taking the letter and examining it, showing it to the rest of the group.

The cleric frowned at her examinations, it was the Queens mark alright, a harpy with her wings crossed over herself, but that in itself was odd. "Not the Kings seal on here though?" It seemed now the sex was all over Cortia could be a tad more like herself now, granted her free hand clutched her holy symbol and the group could tell the priestess was muttering prayers under her breath.

The Sage gave a shrug, though otherwise didn't move from his seat. "He's been more reluctant to pitch aid in, she came to me herself about this issue, though help I can offer is limited."

Cortia frowned but handed the letter to Desira, trusting her to look it over magically. While she handled that, the Cleric removed the strap-on from herself and quickly dressed into her priestly vestments, wanting to get some modesty quickly.

The seal wasn't just a physical thing, a competent forger could fake a royal mark after all. In the royal wax was magic and on quick examination the two magical experts of the group could see it hadn't been tampered with, backing the authenticity. There also was no other enchantment on the paper, so it wasn't about to explode in the groups face.

Once the letter was opened the elegant handwriting of the Queen was easily readable and it said:

'To whomever receives this letter

My son's are gone and I fear the worse. My husband is unable to spare the manpower to search outside the city, but he has allowed this mission. I beg of you, to find my lost boys, I can not accept they're dead, not without proof. Should you accept this mission, my old friend, Sage Alexander, will provide you a sack of one hundred gold pieces, per person. Should you come back successful I shall grant each of you any reward that it is within my power to give.

Show this letter to any of the Royal Guard and you shall have their full cooperation in this matter. I wish you all luck, bring my children home safe.

Queen Isabelle, First of her name.'​
 
"No!" Lea pleaded but it was too late, her two companions had already pulled her from the still hard cock before she had a chance to reach another climax. "That wasn't the kind of help I was looking for." she said as she struggled in the grip of the two half elves. She could see though that the moment had ended and with what little dignity she could muster after her ravenously slutty performance she hissed "You owe me wizard...I'll be back for what you owe me." Even as his cum dripped from her still quivering sex she wanted more, coitus interruptus seemed to be the rule of the day.

Lea had a temper when things didn't go her way and she grudgingly began gathering her clothes. "The least you could do is have your pet cleric clean me up before I get dressed." She knew it wasn't a nice thing to say, especially since Cortia was so susceptible to such suggestions, but she couldn't help it. She did listen to what was going on, she was of course always interested in opportunities to earn a bit of gold and her little mind was already thinking about the kinds of things it was in the Queen's power to give. Before getting dressed however she looked at Cortia expectantly.
 
Reading over Desira's shoulder, Riordan's red eyes tracking over the text as he muttered under his breath. Finally, he nodded and turned back to the sage as his hand wandered around for the bit of rope that acted as a belt. "Everything seems in place. I'd be happy to accept the job. A hundred gold and a favor from the Queen is no small reward." Finding the rope, he tugs it up and begins fixing his robes, covering his cock once more as it slowly lost rigidity.

Still, he pondered the missions. What would they need to find the Princes? "Are there any leads at all for us to follow up? Or should we report to the Queen? Knowing where to start with this would be quite helpful. Any number of people would have cause to kidnap the royal children." With a final gesture of his hand, as he brings it up under his chin as he thinks, his cloak jumps from the floor to wrap around his shoulders.
 
At Lea's demand Cortia's attention shifted back to the halfling. She seemed to struggle for a moment, but the collar took hold again. She lowered herself down to lay before Lea, gripping the girls hips to pull the girl towards her. As requested she pressed her lips between the smaller girls legs and began licking her clean of all the cum, inside and out.

"Reporting to the Queen may well be best, sadly not many leads were turned up by the initial search by the kings knights. He was on route back home after staying in the estate at Castor. The prince and his escort were never seen after that and appears to be no sign of them on the road." The Sage explains calmly, scratching his chin as he remembered any details he'd heard.
 
Lea made a half-hearted attempt to follow the discussion but she was much more interested in seeing that Cortia's collar continued to control her so easily. Once again dressed in her priestly garments she seemed almost normal until she so readily positioned herself to service the small halfling. Lea was reminded of Cortia's strength as she so easily pulled her to her obediently eager lips and tongue. Lea tried to keep her gasps and moans soft as the rest of the group was attempting to converse with the Sage but when Cortia's tongue slipped between her lips she couldn't help herself. "Oh gods that is good!" she exclaimed then tried to stifle the rest.

Lea wondered how well the priestess would remember her time in the collar. She might have hell to pay when it finally came off for this. She hoped it might just be to return the favor but she doubted the devout priestess would consider that adequate penance for being used like this. When Cortia was through Lea quickly slid close and whispered "Thank you." and kissed the larger woman on the lips. She eagerly cleaned up the glistening excess that showed on Cortia's face. Her small tongue darted into Cortia's mouth which still tasted of the halfling and her recent lover. It was a token of her appreciation and she hoped it might lower the priestess' wrath when the time came.

Well cleaned and at least partially satisfied, Lea got dressed and was soon ready for whatever the group had decided to do. Lea was content to follow along and offer whatever services her talents could provide. They seem to have passed their first ordeal together, profited nicely and with an even bigger opportunity ahead of them.
 
Desira took some time to recover herself, struggling a little to stand herself up while her knees still trembled. She had hardly on her feet when Cortia handed her the letter the sage had for them. "It would have been better if you said you were a friend", Desira complained to him. Sure she had been able to cum unlike Lea but it was more as she was used by Riordan rather than being able to completely enjoy herself because the intrusion of the stranger and possible menace. As well as the halfling, although under complete different circumstances, she also desired some kind of compensation for ruining the pleasurable moment.

Lea had a small payback upon the busty cleric that had her will weakened as the bard words stopped echoing in her head, Desira watched with envy as she wanted herself to be cleaned too, but she wouldn't be taking any help from the half elf that had recently fucked her so rough, even daring to restrain her hands and fuck her ass. Not that she wasn't into that kind of stuff, but he could at least asked for it, still she was not so angry at him, as he was a fellow halfelf and she had not seen a member of her race in a long time, but she wasn't completely fond of him either.

She wasn't asking the wizard for a cleaning though, so she only took a waterskin and soap from her pack and showered with it in front of everyone before dressing herself up and sprinkling some drops of perfume. Although with her hair wet, she was ready to continue, the reward seemed interesting, the money was not too much, but a favor from the queen herself, now that was something worth to risk for.
 
Cortia obediently worked on Lea, hard to tell just how she'd react when she got control back though, her eyes unfocused like before. She soon did her job though, bringing the halfling to her finish and cleaning all the cum and juices she could reach. The priestess was just coming to her senses when Lea got off her and did the last thing she expected, kissed her. Cortia blinked as the smaller girl pressed into her mouth, but after a moment returned the favor. Her own larger tongue pressed against Lea's and she gave a soft moan into the kiss. As they pulled back, Cortia blushed and slowly got back to her feet. "You're welcome..." She wasn't sure what to make of all this, collar or no collar.

The Sage nodded to Desira, taking in her complaint. "Maybe, maybe, but I wanted to see how you'd all react. The Queen did ask me to test however I saw fit, so I needed to be sure you'd be up to snuff!" The old man seemed to take great pleasure in watching the girls clean up, though made no comment or action to distract them from it. He waited till they were all done before speaking up again. "Now, any more questions? If not ten you'll find a door at the base of the tower now."

Cortia bit her lip, but managed to keep in control of herself long enough to gesture to the collar. "It might of been some fun, but I'd rather not have to deal with this anymore." Cortia was looking forward to getting back to normal after this.

The Sage grinned widely raising his hands in defeat. "I'm sorry dear sister, for I cannot."

Cortia glared at the old man, gritting her teeth. "What... do you mean, you can not?!" Heat in the girls voice, the first sign of any from the calm and pleasant cleric.

"I was not the one that put the collar on you." The Sage then gestured to Lea, smile wide as ever. "I'm not your master, sure I can use the collar to exert control, but you aren't my pet. If little Lea there wants you as hers, then who am I to stop her?"

The priestess immediately calmed at that, seeming even to get embarrassed she let her temper flare. "Oh... that makes sense." She turned to look at the halfling, who was effectively her mistress now till Lea chose otherwise.
 
As the truth about the collar was revealed, Lea could feel all eyes turn towards her expectantly. The small halfling girl was unaccustomed to such attention and considering her profession, a bit uncomfortable with it. Surely the right thing to do was to remove the collar, Lea had been haunted with guilt almost since she put it on the beautiful priestess. Having been a slave for most of her young life, she should have found the prospect of enslaving another wrong. In some respects, the collar was worse than slavery, even a slave could rebel or at least try to, the collar seemed to easily remove all free will from its victim.

Despite all this, the sudden realization that she was Cortia's true mistress infected Lea with a combination of desire and greed that was beyond the young halfling's ability to resist, at least for the moment. Lea had never been tongued as well or as thoroughly as Cortia's recent effort. She also saw the rather practical advantage of having such a strong person having her back. Lea had trust issues and with the collar, Cortia became the one person she could trust beyond a doubt. There was also her deep fear and hatred for her religious mark and those she had seen acting very differently than this cleric. She still knew they would have to get to the bottom of that some day, and Lea would prefer to not have to worry about where Cortia's loyalties lay. Also, she liked being able to give orders, that had never been the case for the small girl and she kind of liked it.

In the end, regardless of how she rationalized her decision, she looked Cortia in the eye and told her "I think you should keep it on a bit longer." Her words were pleasant but they were undoubtedly an order that Cortia, still under the collar's influence, would accept without question.

Lea tried to put her somewhat questionable act behind her by saying "Let's find this door and go talk to the queen." She was eager to get started on the next phase of the adventure.
 
Cortia's eyes showed betrayl for the briefest moment, before the collar took hold again. The brilliant blue glazed over again, the colour being diluted some towards a milky white. The priestess nodded her head to Lea, obeying her wish. "I understand mistress." The collars direct effects may wane when they leave the tower, but the orders would remain, Cortia wasn't going to be trying to remove the collar.

The Cleric gathered her things and followed Lea's lead, heading back down the tower. At the base of the tower, where the entered via trap door from the dungeon, now had a simple wooden the door. The door certainly was not there when they were last in the room, another display of the Sage's might within the tower itself. Opening the door the group would find themselves back on the outskirts of the city, at the base of the ancient stone tower.

It was early evening, dusk starting to fall behind the city scape before them, silhouetting many of the larger buildings. Chief among which was the royal palace, where the royal family resided. It sat on the opposite side of the city from the group, sitting upon the great plateau, sheer on three sides and a road carved from the fourth, leading to the gates. The city formed in rings around the city, predominantly on the eastern facing side, where the crown road leads out.

Cortia, still carrying her armour and weapons, looked upon the sight and gave a sigh of relief. "Praise Pelor for this glorious sunset." The priestess muttered to herself, grasping her holy symbol once more with her left hand. She seemed to be mostly back to normal, though gave no rebuke to Lea for her actions, the Collar preventing such things. She turned to the party and smiled. "So, do we wish to see the Queen this evening, or should we retire and seek her in the morning? I can get us free rooms at the temple, should we want to avoid the ruckus of a tavern."
 
Lea was reluctant to head to the temple. Between her past experience with those wearing Cortia's mark and the fact the she essentially had enslaved one of their priestesses, she thought it best to avoid the temple for now. Besides, she now had more money than she had ever seen at any one time in her life. I vote for a nice tavern, there is the Royal Signet not at all far from the palace. We can live it up for a night before we get back to business." She knew Cortia wouldn't argue, she was quickly getting used to the idea of keeping Cortia indefinitely. It was wrong but she just couldn't bring herself to take that collar off of her.

On the way to the Royal Signet, Lea couldn't help but feel like they were being followed. It was either her mind playing tricks on her, or they were very good at what they did because Lea wasn't someone that was easy to sneak up upon. She tried several times to flush them out but never quite could. Finally she decided it was all in her head and she led them to the fancy tavern where she hoped to spend some of her hard won gold.

Almost immediately upon entering she felt a bit out of place. Her simple leather garb and armor, her tattoos, and her small stature seemed to be almost offensive to the high class clientele. The din of the crowd noticeably died down as they entered. People turned and looked, the feeling of being unwelcome almost palpable. She began to think that maybe this had been a mistake. Still they had walked all this way, she was at least going to have a drink and a bath, that is if she could get someones attention to actually take her money. How hard could it be to get a bath lined up for her and Cortia?
 
The patrons of the Royal Signet were a welcoming enough bunch for tavern folk. Most of them shared grand stories of..business ventures. Very boring for Nathaniel as his idea for idle chatter were stories of adventure to fuel his desire for some himself, maybe discussion of nature to inspire him. Really though, as much as he was showered in wealth back home, talks of trade fell on deaf ears for him. Desperately, he needed something to occupy his time until he fancies to go out again.

Just then as he thought of it, the sudden change in the atmosphere of the tavern grabbed his attention. Often in common inns something that would silence an entire group of people would be an announcement or a calm before a violent bar brawl. In a more civilized establishment such as the Royal Signet, something that would grab an entire tavern's attention was..quite trivial. Taking a look himself, he found a duo of a halfling and a human, both women but as much as he enjoyed company of ladies, the one thing he truly noticed were their get up. Rugged and well-armed. Either they were soldiers or they were a bunch much like himself.

My kind of company, he thought. Quick as he noticed them was he to leave his current company that were comprised of wine and fat artisans that eyed the two women with both disgust and desire. Truly these two had constant dealings with whores and from how they looked at the clearly common women, the only time they ever talk to females were to buy sexual favors.

"If you would please excuse me, gentlemen." Nathaniel bowed to the two that had their attention elsewhere. He eyed the bartender and found him sneering quite a bit, perhaps intending to have one of the servers throw them out.

"Ladies! I'm glad you could make it!" he purposely shouted out for everyone to hear, though with the silence filling the air, it didn't took much. He stood behind the two and pointed at each of them as he looked at the bartender, silently gesturing that they were with him. Not that he needed to question him anyway.

"This way please, I have a table waiting for us upstairs."
 
Cortia followed along Lea obediently, the two departing from the others to do their own investigation. "I've heard of this tavern, never indulged myself in taking a look." The cleric commented as she followed along. Indeed the Royal Signet was the hangout for the cities nobility and upper class and was priced accordingly.

They soon arrived at the place, even with Lea's detours. The cleric being blissfully unaware about a trail, but she didn't question her mistress on this. Entering the tavern, Cortia suddenly felt under-dressed and a mess. Though her preistly vestments she wore tended to get respect, here it did her little good. The priests typically were poor and of low class birth, something the nobility here wouldn't like. Her vestments weren't in the best state either after the tower and then there was the case of the slave collar...

The silence broke as one of the men spoke up, seeming to be expecting them and offering a table. Cortia tilted her head, maybe the Sage had something to do with this, or was this man being polite to the two girls who didn't really belong? If Lea didn't object, Cortia walked toward the man, smiling as she followed his lead. "Thank you sir." She quite happily followed him to the table, the tavern seeming to get back to normal now the two were accounted for.
 
When the group entered the Royal Signet, they're treated to a rare sight: a drow and her protector. No, drows aren't that rare of a sight in themselves; sure they don't come to the surface often, but they do, and drow priestesses and royalties often have male protectors, so there's nothing strange about the pair themselves. What's weird however, is that instead of having more low-ranking male drows as her slaves, this woman had three goblins instead. What's more, while it's no secret that drows often enslave their prisoners through fear, the expression on the little faces of these goblins were anything but. In fact, for a well-trained goblin psychologist (if such profession exists in this time and place...or any time and place, for that matter), said scholar may very well conclude that the look on their faces is one of religious awe.

"Gottdess-lady! Here's hyu trone!" two goblins exclaimed in unison as they pulled out a chair at the table where Nathaniel's sitting, while another pulled out a chair for her able protector. "Dere hyu go, schneaky varrior guy!" while they might not worship the Smoke Knight as much as they adore their living goddess, it's easy to see how much respect they have for the shadow monk (the fact that said monk could easily chop off their heads without them ever noticing might be a factor here). "Excuse me, ladies and sir." the "Gottdess-lady", Listen to the Wind, flashed them a polite and somewhat embarrassed smile. "Would you mind if we join you?" she asked looking at her tiny companions, staring at her and her guardian with eyes full of expectation. "...It seems that our little friends here really want us to sit at this table with you."
 
Just as Lea was beginning to think it was a mistake coming here, an unlikely looking hero rescued her and Cortia from the momentary social awkwardness. He was dressed more like a dandy than an adventurer but he certainly fit into the crowd at the Royal Signet well enough. On any other day, Lea would have picked his pockets by now and moved on but this was no ordinary day and Lea hoped she might get more than a few coins out of this tall fellow. Whether it was the collar or an ingrained trust that led Cortia to follow him so readily Lea could only wonder. She was relieved to see the tavern slowly begin to turn back to normal, she despised being the center of attention even when it was friendly, which this place most certainly was not. Besides there was probably an old mark or two of hers in this place and while she wasn't often recognized as a thief, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

She had mixed feelings about the more secluded setting in the upstairs room. While Lea was glad to be out of the crowd's glare, if something 'unpleasant' was going to happen, it would be easier to pull off in this environment. She was glad to have the larger, stronger priestess with her. Besides their rescuer didn't look like he would be much trouble in a fight, though looks could be deceiving. The pair, well technically there were five of them, that suddenly joined them at the table seemed another story entirely. The drow pair drew a almost instinctive shudder of fear in the young halfling girl. When halfling parents want to scare their kids into obedience, it is usually the threat of drow taking them away in the night. Looking at the male she had the sudden realization of where her thoughts of being followed had come from. His movements suggesting a measure of stealth that Lea could only dream of on her best days. The lady of course was fiercely beautiful as were most of her race but didn't seem to have the predatory gaze Lea had come to expect in her few encounters with drow females.

Lea had absolutely no idea of what to think of the three goblins. She loathed goblins but these seemed different. Normally the swarthy little bastards would have singled her out for no other reason than a similar size and rampant sexual proclivities, but this little trio seemed to only have eyes for their drow mistress. It was a mystery that Lea wasn't sure she wanted to find the answer to, but her natural curiosity tugged at her consciousness. She remained silent though, leaving any introductions to their new host, mostly because she had no idea what to say. It didn't quite seem the time to ask for bath, though she an Cortia smelled of dusty books and sex, not the most typical combination but she had smelled worse.
 
Nathaniel drew a court smile of his own when the comely cleric and halfling welcomed his sudden invitation and walked with him up, each step they took away from the doors consequently drew the two away from the crowd's attention. An easy enough deed to save a couple of folks humiliation. He was mindful not to walk too close of the halfling girl as his travels had his thoughts convey short people possess ill-tempers when reminded of their height in comparison to the rest of the world. Or were those dwarves? No matter, the need for being a generous host was already there. Besides, the halfling looked nice enough..even though she smelled of hot, moldy orc sex, something he wished to unsee from his mind. Must have been some tough adventure they've been from.

"Here we--" he paused for soon as he and his lady companions reached a free corner table, he failed to noticed more short beings pop out of seemingly nowhere accompanied by a rather handsome drow lady. It was curious how goblins acted with some level of courtesy compared to the lackwit ones he had encountered before. They are definitely out of their fiendish nature, that's for sure. Perhaps it was something to do with their "Gottdess-lady" which he assumed to be the drow, unless one of the goblins were actually a woman that the other two serve.

"Erm..yes of course. It will be our pleasure to have you accompany us." Nathaniel smiled a court smile, not even bothering to ask whether his two old-new acquaintances preferred no other company besides himself. "Please, sit. Sit!" After being accompanied by ill-smelling pigs, it was by great divine blessing that he was playing host to three ladies, a pair of goblins, and..some other fellow he have yet to see - perhaps some imaginary being the dull goblins fashioned in their heads. With obvious enthusiasm, he gestured for the three to sit, making sure to have a place in between the halfling girl and the drow. The cleric lady was a looker, but he wasn't one for having his ear drop down the side of his head from being talked about the greatness of who or whatever god she worshiped.

"So..how are-- Oh where are my manners?" he corrected himself, standing up to bow and remove his fancy hat towards his odd bunch of acquaintances. "The name's Nathaniel Joshua Languorwine. I'll have you not call me 'sir' or any of that nonsense, no! Just Nathaniel, please." He announced himself so well trained after having done so wherever he goes; a soft smile and gleaming eyes decorated his face as he sat back down.
 
"Thank you." the drow favored Nathaniel with a brighter, more carefree smile as she sat down with her 3 goblin worshipers and one invisible guardian, before offering her hand to the gentleman across the table. "I'm Listen to the Wind, but you can just call me Wind." she introduced herself, extending the smile and the shake to the two women as well, before going on to introduce her companions: "These are Stuart, Kevin and Bob." they are surprisingly normal-sounding names for a trio of goblins, even though it doesn't make it easier to tell them apart from each other. "And this is my guardian, Sir Blitzz the Smoke Knight."

While Listen to the Wind did have the mannerisms and royal bearings one would expect from a high-born drow priestess expected to serve the spider goddess, a fact that's reinforced by having a shadow monk as her personal guardian, she curiously lacked any of the cruel and haughty atmosphere common to the likes with her supposed standing among her race, and Listen to the Wind just isn't drow name. At all. A curious bunch indeed.
 
Desira was left behind as she was still thinking on the half elf she just met, he had been rude but she had not a member of her race in quite a while so that kept her distracted, she didn't heard the name of the tavern they were heading and found herself just going another way...

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Puzzled as always out of the behavior of her the sorceress he was assigned to protect, it was no mystery why she would need someone to watch her back, Wind was now following the goblins suggestions and impulses. The gorgeous dark elf woman seemed to cast two shadows as she approached and sit with the group, and it was only the thief who seemed to notice his presence at all, making him stare back at her, probably making the halfling much nervous than she already was, but still he followed. It was only when he was introduced that he decided he should allow himself to be seen, he may be as refined as his highclass lady or the gentleman human there, but he would never be accused of having bad manners either. Stepping out but not from behind of who seemed to be his mistress, but from behind of Nathaniel, as he finished inspecting him.

"You can just call me Blitzz" he said with a cold look in his eyes before sitting with the rest of the group. His face didn't look cruel or evil at all, but his emotionless face was somehow disturbing. But taking care after the mistress was not all he was doing, he was informed of the situation of the missing prince and there were orders to investigate about who could have done such a dark assault, and take care of them to avoid someone from rivaling the shadowy methods of the drow. As Listen to the Wind seemed curious about this whole mystery, he decided to take that mission and he happened to see how this two women came out of the said tower, they must know something, he just had to stay close to them to find out.
 
"Well Nate, you do have very...ah...interesting friends." Lea finally offered as she took the seat offered to her. Due to her size though she simply stood in the elegant chair, leaning casually against the back rest. "You all can just call me Lea, as that's my name, no Ma'am, or gott'dess or nothin' like that." She looked about the empty table a bit disappointed, hoping that if she couldn't get her bath right away there might have at least been some food.

Cortia and I were really just here to enjoy a bath and a nice soft bed before we go see the Queen." Lea tried to make it sound like they saw the queen on a rather regular basis, but her looks and wardrobe made that seem rather unlikely. "Ain't that right Cortia? adding She's a priestess, they never lie." Lea wasn't real sure just what to make of the unlikely little party present before her. "So seeing as this is your party Nate, how about a little something to eat?" While Lea had felt she could afford to indulge herself at the Royal Signet, she saw no need to spend her own gold if she could spent the hospitable dandy's. Throw in a bit of wine and maybe I'll let you scrub my back later." She added with a wink at the well dressed human. She turned towards Cortia to see if she would blush with the collar on. "Or Cortia's front." As even her heavier armor didn't disguise her obvious assets.
 
Among many things he wasn't, not easily surprised was chief among his absent characteristics. Who would sulk in the shadows anyway? And to suddenly appear without warning to talk was certainly rude. With a sudden jerk and slight jump away from the sudden voice, Nathaniel turned to see this..eerie and not to mention drab looking fellow. From how he looked, he somewhat understood why he preferred the shadows. Nathaniel was sure he wouldn't want to get caught in front of royalty looking like a starving homeless man with naught but black and tattered tunic to clothe himself. He shudder at the thought of such a state that he felt extra sorry for the particular man.

First impressions of everyone. The Cortia lady was courteous, quite meek truthfully. Perhaps it has something to do with being pious? It was so hard not to view her as being some religious nut with her current disposition, displaying her 'holiness' about even with her attire. Nathaniel hoped it was quite the opposite with her once they get to know each other better. If they were to be given the opportunity to know each other, that is. The Lea girl was certainly bold but for a halfling that wasn't surprising. He didn't took kindly at her 'offer' to wash her, though. It wasn't that he was ignorant of halfling tradition, he was well-studied of other cultures though admittedly not of every single one so he silently took the offense within. Maybe she meant that in a good way?

The shadowy beggar he had already established to be the no longer imaginary man the goblins mentioned of. Perhaps a warrior in service of the only one who could perhaps be of upper class to warrant a bodyguard..provided she rid her drow self of the goblin stench. Still, the runts surrounding this Wind lady made her appear to be some kind of higher being. A drow thing, he suspected.

"Ah yes, food! I apologize." He turned and craned his head, snapping his fingers twice all the while calling out for a nearby server to attend to his group's needs for food.

"I would respectfully ask that you refrain from calling me Nate, miss." he turned again, this time his attention towards Lea. "We've not known each other for a while. Perhaps when we're more acquainted, you could do so. Spending time scrubbing each others' backs or however way you feel appropriate in getting to know one." he said with a soft and welcoming smile of his own towards her. He didn't went so far as to include 'your people's way' in his words though, learning the hard way before that common folk don't like it when you often remind them of their status. "Until then, Nathaniel would be preferred. Anyway, you said something about the Queen? I didn't know you were acquainted with royalty."
 
Cortia wasn't quite as apprehensive as Lea while they followed their host to the table. Collar or no collar, the priestess was always overly trusting of people, for better or worse, lot of time worse. Still that changed when they got to the table and were presented with Drow woman, then Cortia got nervous. While Cortia typically tried not to let a persons race effect how she treated them, the Dark Elves of the Underdark did have a bad reputation about them. Still she was willing to give them a shot, though her left hand idely gripped her holy symbol, just incase. The trio of goblins didn't do much to set her at ease either, though their attitudes were notably odd, since when did Goblins worship elves?

The priestess took her seat, sitting next to Lea and casting a quick glance around. While physical force was never Cortia's specialty, she assumed the role of bodyguard quite well. Granted her perceptive senses were never the sharpest so she was taken off guard by the Drow male appearing out of thin air, almost reaching for her mace... Almost.

Cortina shook her head calming her nerves and relaxing as the conversation started up at the Queen was mentioned, turning her attention to Lea and Nathaniel. "Lea is correct, my name is Sister Cortia of the church of Pelor. We have been given a special task on behalf of the Queen and will be speaking to her on the morrow." As Lea mentioned a bath and offering Nathaniel to wash the clerics front, Cortia did indeed blush, wishing to protest but the collar stopping her. "Yes Mistress..." The girl instead quietly muttered, glancing away as her cheeks darkened.
 
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