<b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; The Barge</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">The barge gets a little closer to the shore. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Yes and no. I've been arranging business up in Luruar - I'm sure you've heard how it's collapsed thanks to the orc war. With the dwarves pulling out, we're having to build new supply lines from human lands into the region, and Yartar is key to that aim. Therefore my company will be dramatically expanding our presence in the area. As you no doubt can imagine, the security of the Evermoor Way is key to our efforts." </span></span><br/><br/>It's even true, albeit a bit wordy. But while she was speaking the barge approaches ever closer.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Now that the woman on shore was nearer, Lydia looks over the woman. Hmm. Soft. There's definitely some material to work with here. Of course, doing so suggests the stranger would have to survive an orcish gangbang -- but Lydia could keep Grull out of it, and with the reduction in gang size, the other woman would have a marginally easier time of things. <br/>
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<i>I do hope the poor thing can hold out long enough that I can establish control here.</i> Orcs were not the easiest to break in, but Lydia was confident in her skill. All she needed was time. Then she could see to it the strange woman was treated properly. Perhaps a nice golden collar, and a long black leash. She could smooth the woman's dark hair and murmur songs of peace and rest to her ... assuming those fool orcs hadn't lost her lyre. Though that wasn't likely. It was gilded and in a chest of finery that practically begged "Loot Me". Lydia was no priestess, but she wasn't without her abilities to sooth battered flesh and soul for a cooperative pet.   <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"I am Lydia di'</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">Arramont of House Arramont."</span><br/><br/>She gives the other woman an opportunity to respond with her own identification, should she choose to.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"I understand this particular conveyance may be underwhelming, but it does keep out the winds. If Yartar is your destination, it offers shelter, a break from ennui, and we have lessee ... pork, fish ..."</span>Lydia's head tilts slightly to the side as she considers,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"... well, enough warm meat to fill even the most ravenous of bellies. And safety from any shore-bound threat that might well exist out there. It's why I sent my own carriage back to Calling Horns and embarked on this ..."</span>she glances down at the barge planking,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"... vessel."<br/>
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"If you're interested, of course."</span>