As the wound on Black's arm disappeared, Nymeri then turned to Lysonna, impressed with what she has done.<span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome, welcome! Come inside, there's food, beds and running water. I'm sure we could all use some sleep so come on in whenever your all ready."</span>When he heard that, he rose up, and offered a hand to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Lysonna hesitated, but it didn't seem like anyone else needed healing, so there wasn't any excuse not to agree. After a moment she excepted his hand.</span><br/><br/>"Would you like to come in so we can talk? At least let me know where you came from?" he asked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"I assume I came from the same place. You're an Elf aren't you? Although, the city may have been different... I'm from Keymoust," Lysonna replied.</span><br/><br/>He then walked towards the cottage with her, and looks back. He smiled, and went inside to join the others.<br/><br/>*******<br/><br/>Viktor was in a bad mood. He was worried that the gods he followed would not be pleased. He had a rare look of fear, but brushed it off quickly. He kept his composure as he entered his room, only to find Ophelia on the bed.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Viktor, baby, can you come here?"</span><br/><br/>A sigh of relief came upon him, and his mind raced as he saw his wife undressing herself, revealing no clothing. Just a naked, curvacious human woman needing to be satisfied. He began to undress, only throwing off his top.<span style="color: #000000">"I do not know what you do to me sometimes, but I like where this is going. I really need this after what happened today,"</span>Viktor said, and went towards the bed. They kissed and caressed each other, and Viktor began to slowly place his hand on a wet spot between her legs.<br/><br/>She whimpered in pleasure, moving to the rhythms of his hand. She cried out, as she wanted more. She looked at Viktor with hungry eyes, and threw him on his back, removing his pants. He then growled as she went down on him. Gasping for air, he began to moan under his breath.