The rest of the day's journey was fairly uneventful for Lia, she took several more readings along the way, jotting down little notes on scraps of parchment and tucking them away into her vest for safe keeping.  She used what help was available from the others to get where she had to be to take her sightings of the sun.  In between she looked to her compass at regular intervals, noting the amount of variation from due east the road took.  The amount of variation would have an impact on the cost of any road the guild or empire might want to build.<br/><br/>She had visited the party herbalist to beg for something to take the edge off her bottom and she was not disappointed.  Her pain dulled and her head just a little fuzzy she found herself needing to concentrate a bit more carefully but the trade off was well worth it.  There wasn't a lot of time for chit chat and by the time they reached their campsite she was eager for a distraction.  She pulled her horse up near the mass of soldiers who had been leading the march all day.  She made easy conversation with them, her laugh and her smile and the occasional pose to enhance her various feminine assets proved popular with the "boys" as she called them.  She didn't even have to ask for them to remove the saddle and tether the horse, they were practically tripping over themselves to be made useful.  Her water skins had been filled and her dinner brought to her as she shared some laughter and good cheer around one of their campfires.  She was no fool and knew how depraved such men could get out in the wilderness.  But this was just their first night out, the boys were more homesick than anything, missing their girls more than lusting after her.  Half of them could most likely still smell their wives, or girlfriends, or for the younger ones their mother's scent.   She was merely a reminder of home, another week on the road and she would risk her virtue, such as it was, on a stunt like this.<br/><br/>She was in good spirits as she walked to the side of the small fortress where her party was staked out.  It was a clear night and the sunset had suggested it would stay that way.  She decided she didn't need a tent this night and would settle the matter of who was sleeping with whom when she needed.  She knew red would be far too big to fit in any of these tents, she also figured his proximity would be the safest bet if something happened.  It wasn't just his size that reassured her, it was his instinct, an almost feral sense to him that suggested he belonged out here more than the rest of them.  Besides, she had talked herself out with the boys and didn't need any more conversation.  She kept a respectful distance, but flung her bedroll down on the ground about a half dozen paces from the giant of a man.<br/><br/>She sat down and pulled off her boots, and slipped out of her vest.   then rummaged through her sack.  She pulled a nightdress from her sack, stood up, and slipped it over her head.  Still fully clothed she began to wiggle and squirm within the simple off-white nightdress.  Soon her traveling pants fell to the ground at her feet as she stood at the foot of her bedroll.  She pulled an arm into the night dress and after a bit of maneuvering, it reappeared but without her shirt sleeve.  She did the same with the other until her blouse fell to the ground as well.  She folded her traveling clothes into a neat little pillow.  With some measure of comfort she collected her little scraps of parchment and recorded some notes into a little book she pulled from her sack.  When she was satisfied, she closed the book, wrapped it carefully in an oil cloth that would protect it from the rain and stowed it away.  She then looked to the giant.  "Sweet dreams."  She said with a smile before slipping into her bedroll and fading off to sleep.