The Outpost RP. Fantasy Medieval Setting. S01E02 : Caravans and Goblin Hookers

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"I can try, but I don't think my owner will allow me to do much"

"Zombies and skeletons are always a good choice. I've always been a Quanity over quality type of guy, a lot times when it comes to necromancy, an overun enemy is an easily killed enemy."

"A Necromancer can raise anything if they put their mind to it."

"Eyeah, That's definetly not true." Grasnarg said a bit nervously. "But liches, zombie hill giants, they are all the best!"

"I know! It's not like they were going to use the body anyway! Might as well put it to some good use, am I right?"

"I know a couple, but like I said, Quanity over Quality."

"Oh, I can help you with like nothing."

"Well, like I said. I spent a lot of that time in a book, and this hero dude never lets me go to any dark covens where they awaken the dead"

Desaya looks up at him and makes a face at him.
"Seems he keeps you pretty tight on a leash, almost surprised he lets you out for this. I agree with the quantity statement mostly, its always easier to raise a group and send them after someone. But for a personal defense or even a follow around one you need something strong, where quality is a lot better."

Desaya jerks and turns to look at the two others who had come with us.
"Oh ya, my team mates. The woman is Zen and the bug is... im not sure actually. But we are a kind of team and theres a few others who also might be in our team. Right now we just took on a huge dept from that zombie i told you about because of his wife."

Desaya sighs and looks around the room, most of them half naked at least.
"Why we had to do it here i don't know, this place is worse than the prison in my home place."

Desaya waves Zen closer after she leaves the room with that thing.

 

[Demonjazz]

Grasnarg held out his hand towards Desaya Well it was nice talking to another Necromancer for once, but I have to go right now. The man up-stairs is yelling at me." Right before him, and Aldhelm switched bodies, Grasnarg started to deliver a swift punch to the gut which was timed perfectly so that Aldhelm would get hit by it, but not have enough time to stop it. Aldhelm collapsed to the floor wheezing, and gasping a bit. He crawled towards the nearest bin and promptly threw up in it. "Oh gods! How does he even drink that much! We have the same body! I swear that I feel my body die a little on the inside each time I give him control!" He stood up and wiped his mouth on his leather sleeve. He looked towards his the group of women that were a merry band of adventurers. "Do you need a mighty hero in your group!" He struck a pose before doubling over again. "Still getting over the whole being evil thing right now! It will go away in half an hour or so. I'm more than adept at fighting so I will assure you that I will come in handy in your brave, and daring adventures!... Just no touching me unless your casting a spell on me or something."

 

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"Do you need a mighty hero in your group! Still getting over the whole being evil thing right now! It will go away in half an hour or so. I'm more than adept at fighting so I will assure you that I will come in handy in your brave, and daring adventures!... Just no touching me unless your casting a spell on me or something.

Desaya looks this person over scepticly. the self punch enough to double himself over and puke had surprised her, as well as the asking for them not to touch him unless casting a spell. Shaking her head slowly at that she says to him as he stays a bit bent over.
"We could another front liner, we have one for two mages so another would be very well done. Im not sure about the others who went to do something else but its never a bad thing to have another fighter, plus i have no reason to touch you even if trying to cast a spell. I have none that help the living."

Turning to Zen she asks her.
"Do you have any buff spells? What do you think about having him join us? Another person to help, and him being a front line fighter, makes things easier for us in my opinion."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Zenobia left a room with a mixed feeling in her stomach. They had gotten that women out of debt but now they had that debt on their heads. Zenobia might be young in terms of elven standards but she knew what debt could do to a person. She had been through the merchant quarter in Ayadine before, she had seen the beggars on the streets. These were merchants before the price of living in Ayadine claimed their goods and their livelihoods. She held nothing but pity for them except now she somewhat sympathize with them. The debt loomed over them but at least they had their group to hopefully get contracts or else it would be them that would be burned in the ashes.

As they left, Desaya waved Zenobia over and she found Desaya talking to some sellsword.

"Do you have any buff spells? What do you think about having him join us? Another person to help, and him being a front line fighter, makes things easier for us in my opinion.

"Well he certainly looks the part..." Zenobia said looking over the sellsword. The man had a sword and a shield which was a pretty convincing reason to have him join their party. Even if he died, at least she could use his blood. "Tell me sellsword, what experience do you have?"

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm looked appalled at Zen. His face was almost as pale as when Grasnarg had it. "Wha... How... Cou.... Why... Are... Zen..." He sputtered on like this for about three minutes before finally getting the ability to utter words again. "I am not a sellsword! I will not be associated with any sellswords! I am a hero through, and through! Not a mercenary, not a sellsword, not a goon, not a thug, not an... Anything other than hero! I am a a hero! I am to kill an evil god, dammit! Is there no pursuit more honorable than that! Hero! HERO! I was destined to be a hero since birth! That's what they told me! My parents were famous knights so that must mean I'm a hero! I'm naturally skilled! I beat all my class-men in all the fights, and was top of class in the academy! I only made one mistake in all my time there! Sure it released an evil wizard into my head, but not everyone's perfect except me cause I'm supposed to be a hero!! Do you see this face! It means I'm a hero! Heroes are handsome and have no faults! They vanquish enemies! They are supposed to be in shining armour! Do you see this sword! I'm a hero! It's elegant! It shines! It's a hero sword! I have to set an example! That's what heroes do! I can't be mistaken for anything other than a hero! That would make me unheroic! So never call me anything else! DO YOU GOT THAT!" He was about to shake her when he thought about his heroic image and instead just looked like he really wanted to throttle someone. He had a slightly mad look in his eyes. There was a dreadful, sickeningly thick silence over the bar as he did his long rant about being a hero.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

DO YOU GOT THAT!

Zenobia was taken aback by the "hero's" sudden outburst. Of course this could be all talk as far as she knew but if this man was so fervent in his belief that he was a hero and no common sellsword then they could be of use to them after all. She drew back, crossed her arms and gave him an indifferent look. She could argue with the delusional man all day long but she needed people like him to at least shield herself for a few seconds when the arrows start flying.

"I understand you although," Zenobia fixed her hair with one of her hands, combing it back to reveal her elven ears albeit very slightly. "in my 130 years of existence, I have never seen a hero like yourself. So you are a hero? Prove yourself by joining our party then. And if you do end up slaying your death god then consider me to be one of your first brides." She mockingly bowed to the hero. "What do you say, hero?"

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm looked around at the quiet room and seemed to notice that he somewhere went horribly wrong... Especially since more than a few people had their weapons out. He straightened himself up and struck a pose, again. He made a big smile, and addressed the entire room "It's quite a big responsibility being a hero folks!" He said confidently as he swished his beautiful hair to the side. "Not even I can handle being such a pinnacle of divinity some times. Especially when you've been saddled with the title since birth." He made a slightly mad twitch as he said that last part. He then turned towards Zen "Well that's cause I'm one of a kind." He leaned in closer to Zen and said through clenched teeth [sub]"But it's mainly cause I got my money taken away from me, and then spent the rest on this shitty armour... Do you have food?[/sub] Also why would I have more than one bride? Also if I marry I want it to be out of true love!" He made a slight glance towards Desaya for a second before quickly noticing it and looking away. "But, I sure will join your adventuring group." He said quickly taking Zen's hand and vigorously shaking it not letting go [sub]Now let's get the hell out of this bar!"[/sub] He forcefully dragged Zen out of the bar with him.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

By Eno's name... Zenobia swore beneath her breath as she was dragged out of the bar by the hero. It was one thing to yell at her but it was an entirely other matter of having to be dragged by this self-centered lunatic. This man had some nerve to drag her around like a child when she barely even knew him. She regretted not grilling him earlier. It was outside of the bar when Zenobia pulled her hand free from the so-called hero. She allowed him this little bit of decency. When he turned as she muscled her hand free, she slapped him square in his jaw.

"I was okay with you with you yelling at me." Zenobia drew her war sickle and pointed it at him when he recovered. "But you do not touch me, understand? Only when it is a matter of life and death will I allow you to touch me. Only when this world ends will I allow you touch me. Get me my message through your thick skull or put it in there myself. With this blade. Very painfully."

After a few moments, she sheathed her sickle and looked to the others coming out of the tavern. "Now there is the matter of finding a place to stay..."

 

[Iron]

The Graveyard

The dead appeared to have been awakened, the first sign in the apocalypse of the Goatman's prophecies - then again, ghouls going out for a bite wasn't anything to bat an eye at. The only surprise was that the skeletons didn't take care of those degenerate pieces of rotten flesh earlier. It had taken Eve by surprise somewhat, and had it not been for the two accompanying her she would have been surely dead. Then again, had it not been for that with friend of theirs, her husband would not have died and she would not have spent the beggar's banquet burying him.

While the cleric tore open a hole in time and space and cast half of the ghoul's form into the void the stoic character which did all of the digging and none of the talking showed the fine art of "exploding heads" which he must have learned someplace far in the east, after which he had saved Eve twice and kept a hungry bugger away from the both of them. She was dazed at first from the shock of nearly getting eaten, but that faded away when her head started thumping and the blood in her veins burned with a sense of self-preservation.

'Ignis Ventilo', and a pillar of fire struck the ghoul, incinerating the cursed thing to ash. She fell back on her elbows, wheezing and coughing with some difficulty. 'Haven't...done this shit...in a while'.

There was supposed to be some conversation, something to explain what had just happened, set the record straight. Thank him and her, make amends, such and such. None of that mattered - they were all tired, and the best they could do was drag themselves outside the graveyard, throw the shovel at the entrance and go to sleep at Eve's place, the two adventurers sleeping in the shop on the first floor.

 

[Iron]

Season One, Episode Two.

Caravans and Goblin Hookers

The night of the Beggar's Banquet passed. Toasts were made and adventurers registered to begin their hard work the next day. It was only natural that all of those thugs, thieves and cutthroats would stand in line at the entrance to the Guild hall first thing in the morning, seeking to work off the massive debt they've accrued just for registering to work in the first place. That would have been the case if nearly all of the said adventurers were passed out stone-cold drunk in some gutter or cheap inn after a nasty night of partying. The hedonistic nature of that night would put the very gods that brought it to the world.

In a small room, tucked in between floor three and three and a half of the Spider establishment laid in awkward poses three adventurers that had only just met. One of them was stark-naked, laying on his face and holding a smashed jug of wine in one hand and an empty scabbard with the other. He was a handsome young man, and he wasn't entirely sure how he should feel after tonight. There was a nagging thought in the back of his head, something quite terrible and frightening he dare not prod, but it all smelled bad to him. It would come to irritate and put shivers through his spine every time he dwelt on the subject and every time he bent over he encountered some explainable dark fear in his heart. A second adventurer was laying on the wood bed with the torso of her body, her modest bosom pressed against the stuffed mattress. She had too much to drink last night, way too much, and all she could think about was the terror that she experienced down below with that frightening magician... that, and her vow of celibacy. It felt somewhat more...loose, than it was previously. The elf had something to say about that. Last, but not least, was a furry and adorable creature, her legs touching the ceiling while she laid on the floor with her back. She awkwardly slept in a position half-laying and half-sitting in the corner of the room, a crude blanket covering just her face.

Up above the Spider, a certain Valma was waking up with the sound of a new brave world, with terrible sounds echoing in the distance. The future was about to hit them hard in the face like a brick, and there was nothing they could do but brace for impact. Well, at least the view of the city wasn't terrible.

Over at the shops district, small feet pattered in the house and woke three poor souls to a fresh new day. One of them had to tell a terrible tale to her loved ones, while the other two were begging for some breakfast. Perhaps they could use one of the machinations designed to blow-up giant Golems as a toaster? But then, where could they possibly get any bread, or butter? Oh, the horror.

'Fuck the morning'. Claib woke up somewhere he paid good money for, but he wasn't sure if it was morning or lunch, or time for some supper. Last night was quite the mess... He remembered something about a fist-fight, and there was a new scar on his left arm. Fuck it, he thought to himself, it doesn't really matter. Today the listing opened officially, and he had the chance to get some real work done. Perhaps wander into another freaking demon nearby...and then there was that dwarf to consider, said he could see him in the evening.

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The Adventurer's Guild was advertising new contracts for singles and crews. Anyone who wants to register as a crew had to fork over even more gold, which is why no sane person would do that, except for those that already came in prepared. It was a first come-first serve type of day, but there wasn't any shortage of work to be done. It had been piling up for months, awaiting for the second day of the count.

 

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Desaya groans as she opens her eyes. Turning slowly and lifting herself up on one arm the blanket drops off her head and she looks around at the other two naked people in the room. Blinking slowly as she takes them in Desaya stumbles to her feet and sways there as she starts to sneeze, it making her body double over with the force as she sneezes over and over as she scrambles for her robes and buries her face in them. Taking deep sniffs of the clean scent that cuts through the rubbish of the room. Shaking herself and arching as only a cat can she twists and turns stretching before standing slowly. Pulling her robe on and tightening the belt around the middle she rubs her sleeve on her nose again.

Looking down at the still asleep... or passed out more likely, pair half on the bed Desaya makes a face and turns away. She had drank to much, something she never intended to do again while in anyone's company again. Walking over to the pile of clothes and dropping most of it on the other two she hides most of their naked flesh before turning and stumbling out of the small room. Walking downstairs and into the main area she walks through the empty main room and drops on the stool, saying to the only person in there behind the bar.
"Food, and milk. or something not going to make me insane."

Desaya lays her head on the bar waiting, breathing through her mouth as the stench makes her head swim.

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Jack steps out from behind the tavern he had found last night pulling on his chestplate. Straightening the leather as he walks out of the stables he had been sleeping in last night because of his big form. Stretching his human chest and arms Jacks horse legs kick and touch the ground under him as he stretches those to. Reaching down and pulling his pipe from his belt pouch he lights it with a small stick after pushing tobacco into it. Taking a deep pull of it before letting the smoke back out through his nose and walking forward through the alley.

The lightness of his saddlebags and pouches makes Jack get a frown as he walks past the front of the tavern towards Square one, the same place he had registered last night. Sighing to himself and walking slowly he ignores the small bumps he gives others when they get to close, almost no one used to someone the size of a horse walking through these streets. Drawing on his pipe and holding it in his teeth Jack stops in a small stall just opened and drops some coin on the table as he grabs a bag of assorted vegetables and pulls his pipe from his teeth to start munching on the food. Frowning at those who get to close he speeds up a little and trots through the street about to get into square one when something catches his eye. Turning and slowing down Jack walks over to the open stables on the side of one of the buildings on the edge of the square. Reaching over his shoulder to scratch at the starburst brand on it he looks over one of the horses stabled there. This one was several levels above the rest, and it drew him closer as he puts the half bag of food in a saddle bag to go back to smoking his pipe and looking the horse over without touching. Mumbling to himself in a deep resonating voice.
"Well well, this is an interesting piece of horse flesh to be sitting in this kind of a place. I wonder who would own such a thing."

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm seemed unfazed by the slap to the face although it left a red mark. "Totally deserved that, Really didn't want to do that. It's a bit hypocritical really, but I felt that someone in that bar would have tried to knife me if I stayed in there any longer. Incredibly sorry." He said as he untied Percival, and got on top of his horse.
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Aldhelm somehow found himself waking up back in the spider as a pile of clothes thrown woke him up with what could be called a jolt. The last thing he seemed to remember was getting on his horse and going somewhere. He's not sure how he ended up back in this inn he hated. He groaned on the floor, and looked around him. The first thing he noticed was a smashed jug, and an empty scabbard. "Oh by Aravaden, the great! What happened?... Where's my sword?..." He said out loud feeling that it helped sort out his thoughts. He looked down and noticed the amount of nakedness he was in, and the naked women next to him. "I'd like to say this is the first time I've woken up naked in an inn without recollection of the last night and a naked woman next to me... But that would be a lie. Did you do this Grasnarg? It certainly looks like something that you would do."
I have just as much memory of this as you do... It certainly looked like a lot of fun though.
"Wasn't Grasnarg everybody." He pushed the pile of clothes off him not bothering to put any of them on as he stumbled throughout the room looking for his sword. "Here Tempest! Here Tempest! I know you're somewhere... On this planet." He continued to stumble over everything in a somewhat drunken stupor.

 

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Jack moves closer to the horse and runs his hands over it slowly as he mumbles and makes soft noises. Being a centaur he had an easy time with horses, easier than he had with other things in a very long time. Turning slowly and walking away after feeding the horse a carrot Jack puts his pipe back between his teeth as he trots forwards into the square.

Tugging on his chest plate and settling it better before reaching back and wiggling his scythe, making sure the wood of the handle sits easy in the sides of the sheath and the blade is sitting easy. Trotting through the crowd waiting and stopping in front of a stall with some interesting words on the top. A hard frown on his face now as he stops in front of the person behind said stall. Working with these people, in fact any people, made him a bit uneasy and angry because of the past. But the money was good and the distance was more than even he could recon and he had ran it.

Waiting in the line and puffing on his pipe Jack scitters back and forth slightly, looking back at the person behind it and growling at them to make them back away a few steps. Moving tight up to the stall when the way is clear he slaps his palm on the wood and frowns down at the person behind it as the air gets more filled with smoke from the pipe in between his teeth.
"A job, something outside and not needing diplomacy."

Jack stands and waits as the person flips through their papers looking for something for the large leather armored covered Centaur.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Ohh...my hea-" Zenobia moaned before she glanced to her side and seeing the very naked hero roaming around the room. Wordlessly she looked down and noticed what she lacked. Zenobia paused for a moment, trying to comprehend what had transpired last night but coming to a rather stark conclusion.

"ENO DAMN IT!" Zenobia yelled out, fetching all her clothes with one hand and grabbing her sickle with the other. She dashed out of the room and in a small nook along the floor, she put on her clothes. A few rowdy halflings passed her as she was putting on her clothes and began to snicker. Zenobia looked up at them and growled like a demon which sent them scurrying off. She entered back into the room in a huff, getting the rest of her things and uttering every elvish curse she knew. She didn't even bother talking to the hero at the moment as she slammed the door behind her.

She made her way downstairs, at the very edge of personal restraint. When she arrived at the ground floor she spotted Desaya asleep on the bar. Zenobia shook Desaya from her temporary slumber with daggers in her eyes.

"Desaya... what. happened. last. night." She said, fuming.

 

[JoJo]

Mehadi awoke with a groan on the roof of the Spider, at-least the view over the city as it was struck by the red light of dawn was pleasant, well as pleasant as the Outpost could be. She couldn't remember why she'd flown up there now or much of what had happened post-illusion, she glided back down to the ground outside and scuttled through the bar entrance, seeing Zenobia and Desaya by the barkeep.

"I can't believe what you two agreed to last night," she hissed to the others, "We were already enough in debt as it is, and we missed the banquet!"

 

[Iron]

Spoiler: OOC

Mini-collab.

'You're awfully big', the small halfling strained his neck to line his eyes with the centaur's head. It was too damn early in the morning to work, thought the little clerk as he sifted through the notes he had for today. Last night was a hoot and it was a damn shame it was all done. It felt like the Beggar's banquet was the only time people like him could have real fun - not halflings, those cunts had the time of their lives every day of the bloody year, but clerks - nobody liked clerks. Blimey, if he had a copper for every pissed off sellsword that wanted more for their work he could have bought himself a proper title and stopped dealing with twats like that centaur.

'No diplomacy for you, aye', the halfling said half to himself, 'no surprise there, big guy'. 'You don't look too experienced, eh?', the little person cracked a smile at him. 'I haven't seen you around...', his eyes darted from one contract to another on his desk.

Jack narrowed his eyes and opens his mouth to snap at the half size person before grinding his teeth and crossing his arms.
"Experienced in what? I've been killing longer than I can remember. But I signed up here last night."

Jack bites down on his pipe and takes a deep draw as he contains himself. Knowing if he takes offence at every little thing he is going to be put with a bounty himself and some other shit faced person was going to be sent after him, probably after dealing with another baby faced clerk like this one.

'Yeah, yeah, we all murdered trolls before we could walk. Here-', he showed a piece of paper to Jack for a moment, and then turned it back to read it out for him. He assumed the centaur couldn't read. They almost always never read. 'There's a caravan leaving the outpost to pick a Goblin town clean... It heads out at noon, next to the east Palisade gate. Three Gold, plus anything you can take away with you that the caravan didn't already pick up. Ask for a Gurge'.

'How does that sound?'.

 

[suspicious guard]

"...'And lo, the prophet Snudge son of Mungus spake unto his followers: 'Yea, I hath returned from communion with the Dread God, and His words I have enscribéd onto my sinful flesh'..."

The tearful six-year-old was not a particularly attentive student, Yannick noted, as he continued to recite the Parable of Treachery (Leviathans 2:10) from the Order's sacred text, the Void Tome. Still, the violent death of a parent was an excellent opportunity to pick up some serious dogma. He wasn't sure that Eve would approve, but she'd left the room for the moment, probably to hurl fireballs at passing necromancers or something.

After the terrible funeral, Yannick had been very grateful for a place to stay for the night - even if it was on the floor, under the shop counter. As usual, he'd woken early for morning prayers and flagellation. The widow was also up, having been faced with the delightful task of telling her kids that Daddy had been murdered by a psychotic pussycat. Overall, the atmosphere in the small house was rather bleak (judgemental gaze of Tzarpedon notwithstanding), and Yannick didn't think he'd hang around too long. There would likely be no shortage of other unfortunates at the Adventurer's Guild that he could help in the name of the Dread God.

He cheerfully finished his sermon.
"...'And thus the villagers were swallowed by the Void, and Tzarpedon's wroth was sated.' There, you see? Tzarpedon always has His vengeance in the end. Hallelujah!"

 

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Jack takes a draw on his pipe and lets the resulting smoke out slowly through his nose before reaching down and taking the paper. Looking it over slowly and chewing on the stem he grunts low and drops it back on the table.
"Anything special not on the paper I should know before leaving?"

He glances around the square, frowning slightly as he pulls on his pipe as his arms stay crossed. The gathering last night had put his hackles up because he wasn't used to crowds still, even though it had been years. Bad memorys coming back to him making it hard to think sometimes, but this crowd was smaller and even though he could tell it was going to get huge he also knew he would be gone before it was.

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"Desaya... what. happened. last. night."

Desaya looks over at Zen and groans low. Taking the offered meat and cup from the bartender and taking a huge drink she looks back at the woman standing next to her. Opening her mouth to say she doesn't know what happened she freezes and leans forwards to take a sniff around the woman. Pulling back slowly she coughs into her hand and looks t her from the edge of her eye.
"Good news is i don't think you and him had sex last night, you don't smell like him. Other news... you smell like me."

Desaya sits back and takes another sip of her milk as she tries to remember what happened last night, but nothing came. Whatever had happened was a total blank, but she could smell something coming off the unwashed Zen that game her an almost idea of what had happened and she was sure that the elven blood mage smelled like she did. Lifting her hand to her face and sniffing her palm Desaya blinks and lowers it slowly back to the counter.
"And i smell like you."

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm was more concerned with his hangover than he was on what happened last night, mainly because thinking about it made his brain hurt a lot. He got up did a quick shave had as nice of a bath one could take in a medieval aged inn, and found some clothes that he was pretty sure was his. It was white peasant's shirt with a neckline that dropped so low that it showed part of his chest, the kind of shirt that was on the cover of romance novels, a pair of thick black leather pants that were a bit too tight on him, and a pair of boots that were very similar to the pants. He walked down to the bar and sat down next to his two companions and ordered a meal and a drink of milk because he didn't trust the water here. "So does either of you know what happened to my sword... Or my shield... My armour... I'm also starting to think these aren't my pants."

 

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"So does either of you know what happened to my sword... Or my shield... My armour... I'm also starting to think these aren't my pants."

Desaya looks over and stuffs half the meat in her mouth as she mumbles through it. Looking back and forth between Zen and the semi hero sitting next to her. Lifting the mug of milk she had and drinking it deeply she sighs as she drops the milk back to the counter and says to the hero with the evil mage in his head.
"Try the rooms, if its here its somewhere in a room. And those pants smell like elf, elf and..."

Even though she had not blushed before this time Desaya can feel her cheeks warming and she lifts the mug quickly to hide her face to take another drink quickly. Keeping the mug up she mumbles.
"Those pants smell like you and another male elf. I suggest you go looking for him he might have your things."