That was very sneaky of you, Hydel, sneaking in and taking my turn like that... sneakily like. I'll have you know I still hid something lewd in between the parts, and won't tell you until it all comes to a head, so hah! For now, though... we get to enjoy more waiting, but now with a side of letters and visitors from the Banded Lorien, giving us fresh supplies, new clothes, even a really good tent.
Something I picked up from traveling with Yudash, the letter stated, wrapped in the dark green tarp, the innards heavy with extra flaps, creating multiple cells when erect... Like our pantaloons! You probably didn't expect THAT one, huh... oh, who am I kidding? By now, all of you know me as the frisky one. It IS in my name, after all, and if you don't... well, surprise!
So, here we are, in this dark green tent... alone. Beyla was in the city, gathering info from other guards and the tavern- which I could really go for a Blackstar Ale right now. Been forever since we had o- oh. Right... Yrme was in the cell beside breathing, sighing softly. More than once we rolled up at split, seeing her curled up, sucking gently on her nail, so peaceful... and nude.
What say you, Fred? Want to chance a look now... What else do you have to do? Besides, even if she was awake she would want you to... That's right... nice and s-
"Hello, master," she mumbled, crawling under, pushing us over. She giggled, caressing our face, her orange cheeks darkening a little. "I was wondering when you were going to check on me. You hadn't done it yet today."
"S-sorry. I-" He stuttered, silenced by her finger, shushing cooing.
"It's okay. My master doesn't have to apologize. You are, after all, my master." She removed her finger... replacing it with her lips, moaning against his, hugging him tight. A tear fell, splashing on our cheek, wiped away as she smiled down at us. "That was my first kiss... on the lips, anyways. Was it good?"
"As good as a kiss can get." Fred said, rubbing her back.
She kissed him again, her right leg raising, swaying a little as time passed against those lips, broken by Beyla clearing her throat, dragging us out, rolling Yrme off. Yrme had begun to retort when cold steel pressed against her throat, forcing her to retreat into the tent, gone with the flap lazed shut. Beyla groaned, and hoisted us to our feet, slapping our cheek.
"W-what was that-" Fred began, given another as a reminder why... dumbass.
"Are you that foolish?" She exclaimed. "Down a potion or something. Goodness knows what she drank and tried to poison you with."
"... Still on that I see."
"I trust my instincts on this. She's up to something."
"Right... So what'd you find out?"
"Aside my father wanting to meet you? Same thing as the last two months, and the two months before that."
"There still hasn't been any signs?"
She shook her head, groaning, sitting before the fire, rekindled not long ago. The soup on it simmered lightly, still some hints of portanyas and tomals in there... as well as some kind of meat. She scooped out a bowl full of i- seriously. Don't ask about the meat. The Banded Lorien are known cannibals. I asked once... I will never recover.
Oh. Shit. She's looking at us with her brow cocked. What do we s-
"Sorry. What?" Fred said.
She rolled her eyes- good save, Fred. That's how you d- oh. Maybe I should be quiet during her explanation again? Would that help? I mean, what was she asking about anyways... what do you mean you don't know? She was just asking you!
"Can you repeat that again? There's something in my ear," Fred s-
"Fine. Whatever. Do you want to enter the city or not. There. Happy?"
"Oh... and how would we do that?"
"... Never mind. Just... Forget it. I should have known. Silly freakin' me for being so blind."
"What?"
She slapped him again. "I don't want to hear that word again."
"Sorry-"
"Or that one!"
"Then what- ah ah ah! It had to be used. What do you want me to say?"
"Just tell me."
"Tell you..."
"That I can trust you in the city."
"... I think you can?
"You think?"
"It's hard to tell nowadays. Little miss Chas can be anybody... or anything."
He glared at the kettle... receiving, you guessed it, another slap!
"Idiot... but you do give a good point. She could be hiding right in plain sight..."
"Yrme's not Chastity."
"Are you sure?"
"She would have blown her cover by now multiple times over."
"... Then we plot a trap in the city."
"How so?"
She reached out, making him flinch until she took his hand, smirking.
"We go on a 'date'. If she is as jealous as she is made out to be-"
"Killed two lovers, buried me in one, exploded the other. Both pregnant... You tell me."
"Then my life is in your hands."
"I would say you're doomed, but..."
"But?"
"I think you'll be fine."
"You better damn well hope. If I die because of this, I'm going to kill you."
"Then lead the way, m'lady."
She rolled her eyes again, slapped his head, and sealed the tent shut.
"It's for your own good, elf. I know you heard all that."
"Just make sure to bring master back," Yrme shrilled, sobbing.
"Don't worry. I plan to bring MY LOVE back. The person I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART."
"We're not in town yet... In fact, we haven't even left."
She simply shrugged, smiling from ear-to-ear, practically skipping to town, Yrme's crying lost about three-quarters the way... Ah, Syldrik. Your drawbridge was a thing of beauty, a true wonder... for instance, why does it exist? The ground was pretty much level all the way to the other side, but it's oh so cool and awesome! At least its people seemed friendly, if these guards waiting was any example. Even gave us a complimentary set of iron shackles for hands and feet. Lovely date so far. Just like back at home.
At least I didn't have to skip anything to make it exciting... And... because you, Hydel, decided to jump me... I'm just going to keep going! Serves you right, you noble moronic prick. I was going to let you handle the date, handle the jail time, but no! It's mine now.
So, here we are, behind bars, hearing as Beyla pleads her case to the captain, a rather... stalky fella. Thank goodness for his salt-and-pepper goatee, because otherwise I would have labeled him a normal person, and that cape wasn't helping matters. Just made his tiny head all the more mini. He stroked his beard so, listening to Beyla, his cold eyes unfazed until he looked our way, glittering in the dark dungeon.
He raised his hand, cutting her off, and approached the cell, stroking his goatee.
"So, you are the newest ruffian my daughter has fallen for," he stated, offering his hand. "Captain Straid... I've heard I have you to thank for returning my daughter home in one piece while your entire city died away. By your potions, no less."
"It wasn't me. I swear. I... I was threatened to make them, but I didn't use nor give them away."
"Then how did they end up in the hands of the Scarlet Loriengo?"
"... I was threatened, okay... as was my wife."
"A wife, too? Dead, no doubt."
"She was the one who made the deal. She wanted to keep me, and that seemed the only way."
"Because Chastity wanted you, and now you are bringing such a fate upon my daughter and this city." He shook his head, sneering as he looked back at Beyla. "You sure do know how to pick them, don't you?"
"It's all an act, okay?" Fred said, growling. "We don't really like each other. We're only doing it to lure out Chastity or anyone from her crew."
"... Ah... Again, you really know how to pick 'em." He opened the cell, unlocked our shackels, ad punched us in the gut, laughing as Beyla bent, rubbing our back. "If that's the case, then you can stay. If your feelings do end up flourishing, though, and Chastity hasn't been caught, do us all a favor: walk out there, and sink a dagger through your heart."
"Don't worry. I plan to. No one else shall suffer because of me."
"Then welcome to Syldrik, son... Oh, and daughter?"
"Y-yes, sir?" Beyla said.
"Whatever happened to that royal whore you escorted out of here?"
"She's still at the campsite. She took a liking to my love here."
"Hmm... some things never do change."
He walked away, leaving us t- h-hey! Get out of here, Hydel. It's my
