Sheo gave Magnus and Avis a toothy smile, revealing that a good bit of her teeth were as sharp and solid as he dagger. With not much food left for her to eat Sheo settled for drinking down her grog, though she also ordered whatever was on the tap. She supports the local business too. Sometimes. She also asked for a wet towel to wipe off the oil, sweat, and other gunk off her skin. Without much shame she even pulled down her tunic and exposed her breast, just so she had more space to wipe herself down. She was a very messy eater.<br/><br/>As she cleaned herself Sheo heard Magnus's compliments about Sheo's skills. When he mentioned that he'd love to work with her again, a devious plot formed in her mind. Putting her clothes back on Sheo stood up and picked up Magnus, armor and all, over her shoulder.<span style="color: forestgreen">"That reminds me! Magnus, we still have some fitting to do. Armor's a bit snug, but I know a trick to loose you up. Also the matter of testing that armor's durability. Heh, and of course, getting that little sword of yours sheathed... You got a room don'tcha? Gya ha ha ha!"</span>Sheo grabbed her grog, steak sauce, a wooden ladle, a chair, table cloth, and as Atisha came back from getting herself cleaned up, grabbed the amulet off her neck that served as a staff. Atisha was about to protest when she turned to the elvish waif and smirked.<span style="color: forestgreen">"Just going to hammer some dents, see you in the morning!"</span><br/><br/>Of course dents weren't the only things getting hammered. Though perpetually drunk, Sheo's memory was good enough to remember the offer she had given to Magnus in the mines.<span style="color: forestgreen">"Magic! Enchantments! That feeling in your body when the supernatural takes affect on you... Even ale can't compare. Now Magnus... You're going to feel my magic."</span>Sheo said suggestively as she closed the door behind her. Magnus, for some reason or another, was blindfolded with a piece of table cloth. He was also tied to the bed, his hands and feet bound to the bed posts. And still in armor. Sheo in the mean time was actually stripping down to her under garments, as she took the bottle of steak sauce in hand and began to make an intricate rune around Magnus. She straddled his torso, sitting right on top of his chest. If the bed they were on were not so cushiony, she would be crushing his chest.<br/><br/><span style="color: forestgreen">"Enchanting is... A bond. Between the magical and material world, between two very different, very separate forces. Normally, these two forces interact for only the briefest of moments, causing phenomenons outside natural order. Great balls of fire, conjuring creatures from nothing, mending flesh. But all these things only happen for a brief moment, only long enough for their effects to take place. They live a short life, and are practically in they dying state when they're used. But Enchantments... Enchantments are alive. They live, they exist, long after they were created. Enchantments occur when the material and magical world not only come into contact, but combine. It's no small feat, but it's entirely natural as well. Magic is within after all. It's just a matter of... Easing it out."</span><br/><br/>Giggling like a little girl, Sheo continued to sit on Magnus while practically stark nude as she continued to paint the rune around him in steak sauce. While not the perfect catalyst, all she really needs is the shape; whether the rune was carved from stone or molded from metal was irrelevant. Though doing it this way would certainly cause accidents. Not that Sheo was all too concerned. Once the rune circle was complete, she learned down towards Magnus's masked face, her own hovering just inches above his. Magnus would be able to tell thanks to the warmth of her breath and the strong stench of alcohol coming from her mouth. A constant stench really, but much stronger face-to-face.<br/><br/><span style="color: forestgreen">"Now than, Magnus... Is there anything you'd like for me to do before I show you my enchantments?"</span><br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Atisha walked out from the loo, wiping herself down of dust and dirt and disposing any cobwebs she might have picked up. The catacombs were an enlightening experience, but perhaps next time she'd just try a graveyard. At least there all she'd have to worry about is the dirt on her boots then the filth covering her body. Perhaps this was why Verigan wore so many layers. Either way Atisha walked out from the back of the room when suddenly Sheo rushed by with Magnus on her shoulder.  Before Atisha could ask Sheo ripped the Amulet Staff from around her neck.<span style="color: goldenrod">"What! Sheolred, what's the meaning of this!?"</span>The ogyren woman simply gave Atisha a sly grin and a lame excuse before taking Magnus to gods-knows were. Atisha shortly debated following to ensure Sheo doesn't hurt Magnus, but frankly Atisha was not in the mood to deal with Sheolred right now. She was, however, in the mood for a nice warm drink, and a tall cold mug of ale.<br/><br/>Walking back to the bustling tavern Atisha took the seat that Sheolred once occupied. Ordering herself some mushroom stew and a tall tankard of honey mead. While she waited for her food she decided to strike up a conversation with Avis.<span style="color: goldenrod">"An eventful day, isn't it, Avis?"</span>The barkeep slid a glass of water in front of Atisha, who tested it for impurities using her magic (As well as cleansing the water just in case) before taking a sip. It was nice and cool; obviously high class. Someone here seemed to want to impress her. Just what she needed: Some fool looking to buy her. Ignoring the implications she finished the rest of the water and awaited for Avis to tell her what she had been doing for most of the day.