Lilissa pauses for a moment, trying to recall the past week's events. Her thoughts are interrupted all too easily by the sight of the bloated Chosen in repose, especially as the now cum-filled cultist remains spread out, naked and stained with heavy cream. One of the male cultists approaches Nezasit carefully, half entranced by her display and half scared he'll end up digested for trying his luck . Not long after this, Rissle's answer nets her not one, but two kobolds as they tumble together into her maw. A hidden third one, the victor, takes her place curled up on the predator's belly, rubbing it softly as her compatriots add to it as a pair of wriggling bulges.<br/><br/>"It wasn't the force that was the problem; nothing more challenging than what we've got here. Not all of them were in uniform; I think they must be hiring people to fight for them. But more importantly, they had a dragon with them. It tore the sky open with bolts of lightning and forced us back to the keep. If they are your defectors, they're still too much to fight all at once, even if we took the lookout down. Maybe we should approach this differently."