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</div><br/>Lia had been busy with her duties, of course; she wouldn’t have noticed such mundane things as the presence of animals or smaller creatures. Will sighed inwardly. Although it wasn’t implied in the contract, he had a feeling that the protection and care of the womenfolk would fall to the three men. She brought up a good point when he asked about Karin – if she came with them, would she make it? She was gentle and kind-hearted; not the type he would expect to volunteer to go on a quest like this one. Perhaps she had been pressured to enlist or owed someone money. Or maybe she –<br/><br/>The lovely brunette interrupted his musings with an offer to wash his back. “Oh, certainly,” he had nearly forgotten what he had been doing. He handed her the washrag, then exchanged places, feeling her fingers trailing over her skin. Pleasant shivers ran through his body, though the had to remind himself of his conviction not to mix pleasure with business…she made it hard to do so. As if she, too, had convictions, she was efficient, and when she set the cloth down, he thought it meant it was over, but<i>no</i>. The quick-handed vixen reached around and found his shaft, stroking it and evoking a gasp of surprise and pleasure from the tracker’s lips. “Oh,” was all he could breathe, both shocked and intrigued by the beauty’s boldness. The press of her breasts to his back aroused him further, and for a moment he forgot about their employment, the upcoming mission, and everything except the touch of the woman at his back.<br/><br/><i>"I'd love to continue, but without the Captain's permission, well I wouldn't want you to get into trouble." She whispered into his ear as she stood and left the tub. "Enjoy the rest of your bath Mr. Riot." She told him as she dried her hair, making no effort to hide her body from him. She quickly dressed and headed out. </i><br/><br/>“Oh gods,” he groaned, leaning back in the tub after Lia’s clever turn-about. Exhaling a shuddering breath filled with<i>‘What have I gotten myself into’s</i>, he climbed out of the tub and followed suit. Yes, the women were going to be the death of him. He couldn’t ask for a more lovely demise.<br/><br/>Once he was dressed, he headed back out to central ‘plaza’ of the Outpost, if one could call it that. A quick glance found the girls surrounded by men in the dining area; they had amounted quite a large gathering of fans. Karina was still, nowhere to be seen, and neither was their leader…<br/><br/>Will paused. It could have been that their leader had met the Outpost commander, ran into their healer, and together they decided to have a little ‘talk’? He raised an eyebrow. It was possible.<br/><br/>A quick meal on his feet, and other check of his supplies and water, and there was really nothing left to do but rest until the morning. He found the stall they had been allotted and spread his cloak on one side of the stall. Will set aside his bow and bag, unbuckled his swordbelt and laid it between where he would sleep and the stall’s wall, and then laid down. Pulling the other end of his cloak around himself he shut his eyes and listened to the distant murmurings of the people in the camp.<br/><br/>He would miss the sound of others. Yes, there were four people journeying with him, but there was a comfort in numbers. In knowing that others loved and laughed, fucked and fought; it was the beauty of humanity that only a large group could offer. Yet his skills were spent towards the solitary; scouting, tracking, being out in front where the danger was the greatest. He had to keep his mind on the task at hand, and he had already let personal ties confuse that, nearly to the detriment of everyone in a group similar to this. Their mission had been different, but the numbers had been the same, and he was damned if he would do it again.<br/><br/><i>‘Maybe I am already damned,’</i>he thought, as he drifted off to sleep.<i>‘Maybe I’m reliving the event, over and over, and when this one ends it will start again…” </i>Soon, exhaustion and the bath won over his troubling musings, and he was fast asleep.