The'kal slowly pulled back and looked back at Ashia.<span style="color: olive">"My inner beast? You don't need to worry about that, just enjoy yourself, I plan to restrain myself tonight. I want to take tonight slow and make it something you'll remember for a very long time. We still have a little more business to attend to, but it will wait until after you've bred me, it's nothing that should ruin the mood but we both need to be in the proper state of mind."</span>She pulled out of Ashia's grip easily and turned around so she was looking down at the dragon.<span style="color: olive">"Now then, I don't think you should waste your seed in my stomach. Would you like to be on top, or should I? I do intend to go slow and drag it out, there's no real rush."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: orange">"And you say the... tablet is buried underneath the temple? In some sort of crypt. And who is buried in the crypt?" </span>There was a quiet giggle followed by a moan, as if one of the goblins was intoxicated. "Well the records... recorded and uh, translated... says yes, but we haven't been able to find a way in. The names? Oh! We do have that... I think?" The goblin shuffled around for a bit before letting out a 'a ha!' "Let's see... Accordin' to some of the local Trolls we interrogated, this is the burial site of the Trollish god and his children after he killed them and was hunted down. Lord Arlokk and his children Ras, Moya, and I can't pronounce this last one... I think the letters are moving." Karren let out an annoyed sigh and snatched the papers away.<span style="color: orange">"Oh... Oh this isn't good at all. This is really, really bad- and you thought bringing something like this to the surface would have been a good idea?" </span>"Gods and their kin are buried with a lot of gold, lots of valuab-" The tent suddenly exploded with spikes of ice as Karren walked out holding a binder of paper. The binder vanished and Karren snapped her fingers, shattering all of the ice in the area and erasing all traces the goblins were even there.<span style="color: orange"> "I wonder what Ras really looked like, but Arlokk has some serious explaining to do..." </span>The mage tapped her chin in thought before blinking onto a broken statue and looking around the area.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>