<b>The White Winged Griffon - Common Room</b><br/><br/>Any offense Nock might have taken from the slithering comment was more than smoothed over by his face time with Ixana's wondrous cleavage.  She could recite the crop statistics for turnips throughout the valley region for the last millennia for all he cared as long as he was nestled in that glorious bosom.  But all good things must come to an end, he was visibly panting to catch his breath as she released him, his face red and his little gnome trousers tented a bit obscenely as he stood on his chair before sitting back down.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Scimitars, yea you're gonna need them."</span>As much as he wanted her to enthusiastically support his plan without too many off topic questions, he had to admit that was a fair point.  It was still a little hard for him to focus so he took another draft of ale, stole another look at her cleavage for inspiration then had an idea.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"I know, I can bring them with my tools.  I will toss them to you just as you free yourself, they will never know what hit 'em!"</span>He was fairly proud of himself for such a simple solution to her problem and thought maybe another hug might be in order but he was disappointed on that matter.  But then she went on talking and suddenly he was making multiple shackles and some whole production, he kind of like the 'master binder' title though.  There wasn't anything too crazy that she added.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"A body guard huh?"</span>He thought about it a bit, she was the social one after all, not to mention seeming to always have a bit of spare coin about her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Why don't you work on finding our body guard and I'll get started on your special bindings."</span>He said, eager to see her trying out his latest creations, once he had them done.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"You should probably rent us a room, I'm gonna need a place to work.  The barge leaves tomorrow morning just after sunrise, so it might be an all nighter." </span>He tipped the ale again and took some long drafts as he hoped she wouldn't pick up on them maybe needing two rooms.  He wondered if he should remind her that the slavers had already hired him, he had no idea how they would take a body guard but he would cross that bridge when they came to it.