<span style="color: #006600">“Thank you.”</span>Tygrane said back to Dottie.<span style="color: #336600">“That’s more things than any weapon I have had can do. Seriously, thank you.” </span><br/><br/>Dottie looked up and smiled, putting her gear back in order before she moved towards the orc.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"No need, I'm sure you'll repay me back somehow. Either by saving my life or giving me a piece of that bounty we get to keep!"</span><br/><br/>When Dothoabella got close to the orc she felt his strong muscular hand slip over her swaying bum. The dwarven woman couldn't stop herself from giggling like a girl at the man's advances. He clearly was in the mood for something that had nothing to do with scouting the corridors for dangers. Nevertheless, she had to keep it a little professional. Not only because she had lost so much energy enchanting Tygrane's weapon, but also because the hallway they were in didn't seem to be so inviting for a quick fumble and fucking. She couldn't help herself though, as her eyes wandered once more over the strong physique of the orc. Her mind began to imagine how it would feel to be lifted up in the air and slowly pushed down onto his hard throbbing cock as it inched deeper into her slick little hole. Dottie shook her head and chuckled at the lewd thoughts. Guess the little audio-show from outside and the fight from before had made her quite receptive for such debauchery, besides she had never shied away in the past from such pleasures.<i>And I will gladly show your lovely dwarven butt just how much I love the sway of your hips in battle. </i>Oh she couldn't wait until they were alone to find out exactly what that orc had in mind with her.<br/><br/><i>"And now as for the choice of corridors....hm. Well with a hallways as rough as this I have doubts its a door....so I would say a trap of some sort...I would have to get closer to inspect it but honestly....traps aren't my strong suit. I'm better at smashing then picking."</i>Dottie saw him looking over at the elf, making her wiggle her eyebrows beneath her helmet as if she almost knew how the woman was going to respond. She didn't mind that the elf had followed them, but she couldn't quite understand why. It was very clear from the start that Tygrane had no love for the orc, something that was either a racial or a gender issue.<i> "You wouldn't happen to have any expertise with that would you?"</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">“Very little expertise. But I can trigger them from a safe distance. Of course my recommendation is you do what an orc does best. Go be a dumb smashing beast and trigger them for us. I’m sure you will survive.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Now, now, Tygrane. You wouldn't want your newly enchanted bow to be splattered with orc blood, now would you? It's a bitch to clean off, and it's no telling if the traps would set of more than just the ones near him. I'd rather not take the risk of the smashy-dumb-beast approach. Though I must admit, in my younger days, not even an orc could have beaten me to taking this approach like a true smashy-dashy-idiot. Nevertheless, it would help tremendously if you could set off the traps in a more elegant way. I'd wager it would be much faster as well."</span><br/><br/>Dottie smiled at Grum, hoping he would take the hint that whatever she had said wasn't meant to be demeaning towards him. She just didn't wanted the two cock-heads to be fencing with their dicks in this dangerous hallway for whatever ridiculous reason Tygrane was edging the orc on for.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"Let's all just be friends, hold hands, set off the traps and figure out what secrets this damp place holds so we can all get back to drinking our ales and fucking like rabbits, eh? Who's with me?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>