The raven haired drooling guard wipes her mouth recovering her composure and answers Ora's precise line of questioning.<br/>"We don't have a communal bath-house... what do you think this is, the Imperial Capital? we don;t have those kind of facilities here.... well, I mean we have them in the Barracks, but you can't use those.... The Inn at The Screaming Virgin probably has wash facilities... Or you could get somebody to share their shower in their domicile If they're willing...  Or I suppose if you can't get a hold of either, then you could take a dip in the river in town if you're woman enough to brave those Serina forsaken waters. As for reporting to someone, I don't think you'll be getting your commission for that convoy of yours... and we don't need to keep tabs on you here... if you start trouble... well its not a big village, we'll find you if we need to. The execution arena is in the town square. You can see for yourself what happens to troublemakers if you're out to start something.<br/><br/>And as for you, you... er... big... er guy... My name is Josie... and this here" she said coyly, waving at her spiky haired partner.. "Is Jasmine..."<br/>"I'm not a hunter myself, but I reckon you could sell that to one of the restaurateurs down Restaurant alley, its just off the execution arena, down Boiled girl alley...  You can't miss it, just follow your nose when you get to the obelisk in town square. As for the weapons, a strapping young lad like yourself shouldn't be concerned with sharp pointy things like that, after all, we like it when you feel naked, don't we Jassie?"<br/>"Mmmm hmmm." mutters Josie with a, rather too predatory grin on her face. Before anyone could blink, the relationally diminutive girl reaches up to Luth's hair and yanks it hard back with her spearhand, and grabs him by the balls rather too hard to have ever been intended to be pleasurable. Josie strides behind him with a calculated step and the tip of her spear digs into the small of his back keeping her beady eyes steady on Ora at spears length to her left. It's a practised move, something they've clearly done time and again, keeping both parties within striking distance on the narrow drawbridge.<br/>They weren't playing around... these were the actions of seasoned killers in flow, women who were no strangers to enacting gratuitous violence just for their own sick joy.<br/>"If I didn't have five hours left on our shift, boy, I'd take you right here and now... But you WILL be at that tavern tonight... So I can teach you a man's place... underneath me."  whispered Jasmine into his ear, letting him go free with a spank to his arse-cheek that was so strong it left a red welt on the exposed skin by his loincloth. She slips a shell into his arse-crack...<br/>"Be a good boy and use that to buy yourself something pretty to wear... maybe a nice ribbon for your hair."<br/><br/>"Now move along, you two.. We're not keeping this gate open for you two lollygaggers all day." and with that they returned to their posts. Their intent seemed clear, this conversation was over as far as they were concerned. They were City Guards after all, and if there was one thing they were good at, it was beating down mouthy foreigners who got a bit too uppity towards authority.