Licking her lips clean of berry juice, Brady took a moment to savor the lingering taste of sweet-salty feline on her tongue before sending it down to join the rest of the catboy.<span style="font-style: italic">Your secret is safe with me,</span>she thought to herself with a soft chuckle as slipped in next to Sunete. The chuckle turned into a sigh of contentment as she worked her fingers against the shifting bulge in her stomach, a steady rhythm in counterpoint to Holka's frantic struggles. Whatever the catboy's intentions might have been, he was making a wonderful masseuse in his final moments. A shame he'd not discovered his talent sooner...<br/><br/>Noticing the whispered exchange between Sunete and Laebras, Brady looked down at the half-naked tiefling with a knowing wink and a grin. From the pair's expressions, it wasn't hard to guess what they were whispering about, or what they had planned for one another once the day was through. It seemed there'd be another joining the bedroll tonight - and just in time, as the sounds emanating from Sunete's belly suggested that Gallen wouldn't be around to enjoy their company. Today wasn't turning out well for the catboys, it seemed. Still, there was plenty she could do with two women that a man wouldn't even think to try - especially if she got a bit creative with her powers...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Hey, Brady?~</span>Crew interrupted.<span style="font-style: italic">~Not to spoil your fun, but shouldn't we be worrying about the cultists first? Nobody's fooling around with anybody until we stop that ritual from going off.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Er... right. Sorry.~</span>Brady replied, her cheeks warming slightly. Pushing aside her lustful thoughts for the time being, she turned her attention back to Hershel, waiting expectantly for the fox's explanation of the situation.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Hershel wrote:</cite>"I'm just a hired hand, I don't know what all is going on. We're just...grunts. We never even expected to have to fight anyone - the maze...should have kept everyone out..."</div></blockquote><br/>"It almost did," Brady admitted. "That maze spell out there is a real piece of work - I've never seen a spatial distortion that elaborate before. Not your mage's doing, I assume?" She nodded in Kaitlyn's direction, meeting the sorceress's eyes for a brief moment - and immediately realized that was a mistake. The poor woman was wound up to the point of breaking, and being closed in on by three preds clearly wasn't helping her nerves. Brady quickly averted her eyes, but the damage had already been done - before she could get in a reassurance, the sorceress broke down into a torrent of jumbled confessions.<br/><br/>"Hey, take it easy," Brady said. "Nobody's going to hurt you, okay? Nobody's going to hurt anyone, as long as everybody stays calm." Turning to Hershel, she gave the fox an appraising look, "Anything your friend left out that we should know? Tell us and you're free to go - but leave your weapons, coin and spell pouches. If you run into more Bright Blades, tell them everything you've told us..." She trailed off, losing herself in though for a moment as she reexamined the mercenaries' confessions. It occured to her that there was one thing they hadn't mentioned...<br/><br/>"Come to think of it," she asked, "how are you planning to get out of here? I thought the maze spell protecting this place worked both ways."