<span style="font-style: italic">“I am a man.”</span>Yeah, you are. Dox blushed at her thought.<span style="font-style: italic"> “The number of years are ...twenty and seven.”</span><br/><br/>TWENTY-SEVEN?? Dox almost sat up in her bed. Instead she just slung an arm over her eyes. Not that she had been envisioning any kind of…<span style="font-style: italic">romance</span>or anything with her escort, but she had hoped for some kind of companionship. HOW could she accomplish that with a pervy birdman and an old savage. No doubt he would try to boss her around. Well, Dox had been told her entire life what to do and she wasn't going to let either of her party members do that.<br/><br/>Turning to her side, Dox hugged a pillow to her chest as Motto tried to convey his reverence for her and her<span style="font-style: italic">Sacrifice</span>. She played the role at the festival. Hell, played it her entire life. But she had begun to doubt. To question. “I don't want to be the Chosen One.” It was mumbled under Dox's breath. “I want to be normal.” Oh, how Dox envied the older women of their village. They got to grow old. To have children. And she didn't. She got to die young. Her last months spent with a pair of babysitter brutes.<br/><br/>Oh, well. It was a life given her by the gods. They would provide her contentment with her role. Eventually. It would be cruel otherwise. And the gods weren't cruel.<br/><br/>Right?<br/><br/>Shoving her existential crisis to the back of her mind, Dox allowed her body to relax. She was going to enjoy her last night of comfort. Even if it was spent sleeping under Motto's stubborn, but watchful, eye.<span style="font-style: italic"> “What are you ways?"</span>Dox stirred just a bit. Her eyes had already closed and she had been close to falling asleep, if she hadn’t already been there. “Hmm?” The young woman half listened as Motto fumbled through his question. And when he was finished, Dox was awake again. Sitting up, Dox swung her legs over the edge of the bed before beckoning to Motto for him to follow her to the balcony.<br/><br/>The night sky was cool, especially in contrast with the day's unforgiving heat. It was borderline cold, even. But the sky was sparkled with stars, each one unique in its position in the sky, some formed constellations while others served to light up a dark space. Dox wasn't looking at the sky, however. She looked towards the wall of the city. “There are four different areas near the city walls. Small doors that lead to the outside. You could probably ask any woman to show you the way and she'd gladly do it.” A dainty hand ran through her long, dark hair. “Once outside, follow the trails to these latrines. It doesn’t exactly smell the best, but they keep waste from our water supply and the city remains clean.”<br/><br/>Dox kind of nodded as she headed back inside. “So. Are you gonna sleep in the bed they prepared for you? Or at the foot of my bed?” Not that she really cared. Dox climbed under her covers, thankful to be away from the nights chill. Not long after, a disheveled Parsifal stumbled through the door. He was shushing his little serving girl as he did. “You uh..going to just spend your last night in comfort alone?” He had shut the door and addressed Motto. The man was trying to whisper, as it was apparent Dox was already asleep. If her soft snores were any indication. “I know more than a few of the serving girls asked after you.” He eyed the sleeping young woman. "I doubt you'll get much tail on our journey with her around." He thumbed to Dox before flopping on top of his bed with a contented sigh.