<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Her moment of privacy was over when the Drow unexpectedly visited her. Sybille listened to her but her body language made it clear she wasn't happy getting this speech. She really wanted to go off on the woman but refrained from doing so. It wasn't her first time working alongside Drow, she could be professional just fine but that doesn't mean she had to be best friends with them. And she thought she proved that at the meeting. When the Drow said her final words before leaving, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"They're not just old stories though..."</span> she said in a low voice receiving a glare from the Dark Elf. She knows that the Drow knew what she meant by that. Elri may be the outcast of her people but that doesn't always mean that they follow the High Elven ways. Most of them adopt risky professions for a reason. Pain and bloodshed still runs through their blood, or so Sybille was of the opinion.<br/>
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She watched the Dark Elf leave and not much later Marek was the one that joined the hut. When he asked her is she was fine she said, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Oh. I'm fine. Just stressed about the mission. But it's not new to feel this way. Every mission an adventurer accepts is dangerous."</span><br/>
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Their conversation got interrupted by 3 beautiful felines, and Shadow escorting them, who were -very- eager to meet Marek. It made Sybille chuckle, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"For a 'virgin' you get around a lot there, monk."</span> And just like that the 3 women practically dragged him to the upper levels of the hut. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"It's like he might die..."</span> Sybille muttered to herself, the man was getting laid as if he'd never be getting laid again.<br/>
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She continued to pack...actually she didn't have to. Sybille didn't bring anything with her but the clothes on her back and her rapier and a water-skin. She was technically ready to leave. Jynx was telling her that she could always visit the tavern of this village to look for a companion for the evening before they had to leave. But then the comments about her nobility returned. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Look, I never meant to act snobby! Let it go already!"</span><br/>
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Before the argument escalated Elri returned and convinced the feline to visit the tavern herself. She didn't really thanked the Drow but she was more relaxed which she was sure the Elf  would've noticed. She decided to lay down and get some sleep...<br/>
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But...<br/>
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A leaf fell down on her face, she picked it up and looked at it with a confused frown. Well, they were in a tree house of sorts but when she looked up and noticed how quiet it was down here...it made it all the more clear how -fucking- loud everything was upstairs. Bed creaking, wooden boards creaking, the pleasure moans of felines with a purring quality to their voices, sounds of skin slapping, a Marek that seemed to let out a grunt or two...She could've sworn she heard him let out a joyous squeal...as if he just discovered a new sweet spot.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"..."</span> Sybille got up and walked out the tent. For a brief moment she looked down the forest path towards the tavern, pondering whether or not she should take up on Jynx offer to bed one of their males. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"If they all act like her then I'll pass. They'll probably have one of those 'put the noble in her place' fantasies."</span> Which Sybille didn't mind, she enjoyed them from time to time. But she had done those way too often...<br/>
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Instead she just wandered around the more remote paths, exploring the outer edges and wilder places of this village till she was ready for bed. </span>