<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">It was a bit of a dilemma. Ixana had expected to bed the hunky adventurer ... but of course, she can't just pretend Nock is chopped liver. She swishes into the room, wincing a bit when Ivan rubs the gnome's head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"He's quite the crafter, and a good shot with a crossbow."</span><br/>
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To the little gnome, she asks,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> "How's it going? Maybe I should test one of the designs out - so that you can take a dinner break. Can't work all evening, you know!"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">It was important to make sure that the work was convincing. Ixana trusted Nock's skill, of course, but this was a perfect opportunity to make sure there were no glaring weaknesses while there was still time left to do something about it. If Ivan couldn't spot any issues, it was unlikely the miscreants would. Oh! She should model her slave outfit, for Ivan too! Ixana thought he'd approve at least in private - it was a strappy indecent thing. But it would guarantee the guards were distracted, right? Though she did worry a little that Ivan might be too much of a gentleman to let her wear it during the actual event. Hmm. Maybe she *shouldn't* demonstrate it now after all.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Ivan, you do understand this job may require me to appear in a standard of dress somewhat unbecoming of station, yes? I do hope your gallant nature can bear it."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null"></span></span>