<span style="color: #ff0080">" Aye little elf, we listen. We've heard quite a lot actually. And we wanted to have some fun as well, just a tad bit different than the fun you've had..."</span><br/><br/>Dottie looked to her side as soon as Tygrane had reached her. The dwarf made it obvious that she was looking at the slowly diminishing bulge that was at eye-height to her. Inhaling deeply she could smell the sweet salty scent of cum-residu sticking on the inside of her companion's pants.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Got a bit of surprise left there in your pants do you? Not to worry, with the stench of this crypt I hardly doubt it'll attract the rats. Now, what do you make of this little spectacle in front of us? Do your tingly elf-senses sense anything here? Or shall I just charge in, head-on as soon as everyone is behind me?"</span><br/><br/>Dottie looked over her shoulder to see the shivering tiefling with the courage of a newborn-bunny rabbit. She winked at the horned beauty and tried to encourage her a bit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Nice singing voice you got there love. I'd much prefer this over your moaning, got a bit of a tingling feeling to it as well. I wonder if you could make my cunt wet with a different tune. Better yet, make the dead rise in this crypt so we can fuck 'em instead of stick 'em."</span><br/>Dottie started chuckling at her own joke, but she never lost her sight of the things happening around her. Her hands gripping tightly around her war-mace which seemed to give off an unearthly glow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Where's that wooden-legged hunk of a healer of ours? Can't he do a little search-for-life and dead spell. I'd be feeling much better knowing what we're gonna find in here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>