The crystal cave under Elwynn Forest was not known by anyone, though Enna had a suspicion it wasn’t in fact under Elwynn. In any case, it was the perfect rest stop for the caravan to let the bright hours of the day pass by, and so far, every time she had exited the cave during the years, she’d ended up in the forest afterwards, and that was good enough for her.<br/><br/>Madam Clitfiddler woke up in one of the carriages that had so far gone unused for the most part, only one of them having housed a guest years ago. The bedsheets were freshly washed, but she changed them afterwards anyway for hospitality towards her potential employees. The spherical room wasn’t as luxurious as her own, but that was mostly due to not having any personal decoration. The sheets were clear white, the carpets around the bed a matching dark-purple to the outside hull of the walker, and there were just as many closets and drawers on the walls as there were in Enna’s own carriage, where the two elves were still ‘sleeping’.<br/><br/>It was dusk, the perfect time to set the caravan in motion, so Enna put on her driving clothes (which were again just the pair of thigh-high boots, a heavy coat, and her night vision goggles) and made her way out, along the path in the cave, and onto the leading walker where she climbed into her wide seat and placed her feet on the pedals. The mechano-walker stepped forward and the rest of the vehicles followed. It’d take a few hours for her to make it through a bit of Elwynn into an underpass to Westfall, and hopefully to a bunch of eager folks to join her on her smutty adventure.<br/><br/>The riverside location in Westfall was the usual spot where the Madam had parked her caravan twice in the past already, and while it wasn’t exactly the best place to take in customers, it was secluded, yet still close enough to the human capital city for gathering news, supplies, and employees. Last year, Enna had even made one particularly frustrated farmer widow a very happy woman by selling her a Sybian saddle.<br/><br/>The caravan parked in a wide semi-circle around the last walker that deployed a large purple and black striped tent around itself, and with a series of pneumatic hisses and metallic clonks, the vehicle itself transformed into a hot tub, a bunch of basins, and a set of three shower outlets that’d pour their water straight onto the yellow grass below. Enna parted the tent doorway and set it wide open for whoever might come, and climbed into the tub void of any clothes whatsoever. She’d left a generous meal of meat, vegetables, bread, and milk for the elves, fresh from her supplied in Elwynn, along with a note that told them to emerge from the bed for a shower in the tent outside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>