Thygor's booming speech, the way he looked at her so...so...HUNGRILY, makes Meera's ears wilt back against her head, and she ducks a little further behind Anastasia and Alura, until pretty well nothing but the tips of her drooping ears was showing "Mmmmmppphhh....he's scary..." She whimpers quietly, actually trembling against Alura's back as she clings to her from behind.<br/><br/>To the bound elf in the corner, though, the sight of the fear-filled catgirl was absolutely DELICIOUS. She wanted to eat the catgirl, plain and simple. It would be a rather fitting bit of vengeance for what the girl had done to her own group, even after being given explicit directions that they were to be kept alive for the foreseeable future. Seeing her trembling in fear BEFORE she took a trip down her throat, well...that was just icing on the cake. After all, what merc didn't want money? The human merely had to give her what she wanted, and then...<br/><br/>Wait, what?<br/><br/>The smug expression on her face vanishes every bit as quickly as it had appeared as Johan pretty well shrugs off her offer, making her eyes widen "W...what?! N-no! HEY! RELEASE ME, NOW! You getting paid for this?! I bet I can double it! Maybe even triple it! Release me, give me what I want, and I'll HELP you. HEY!!! DON'T IGNORE ME--ergh.." Suddenly, she wished she'd remained silent, as Thygor's eyes shift from Meera, to her. There was just something about the hunger in the big reptiles eyes that made her skin crawl. When Thygor looms closer, the bound elf squeezes back into the corner, sinking down as far as she could, but that does nothing to protect her from the sudden lap of a tongue that curls it's way across her cheek and the side of her neck.<br/><br/>The taste actually gives Thygor pause. Both Litala and Henriette had tasted quite delicious in their own way, each with a unique flavor, appealing bodies, soft skin...<br/><br/>...This elf, though...<br/><br/>This elf was something out of a dream. Elves were generally slender creatures, and the fact that this one was just slightly 'meatier', slightly more 'padded' in all the right places stood out like a sore thumb. Her breasts were far larger than any normal elf's, practically straining at her top, and her middle had a very soft layer covering it, which in turn widened out into thicker yet still quite attractive hips. By not means was she overweight, but she certainly bordered on the realms of 'pudgy' as far as elves went, and her chest was especially far out of the realms of anything a normal elf would ever hope to possess. She'd clearly 'indulged' rather often.  Her taste, though...was exquisite. So, so amazingly soft, so meaty, and after having already been denied Litala and Henriette, it was something like a glass of water after a long, grueling trek through the desert.<br/><br/>The two girls he'd dropped outside were delicious, to be sure...but this elf...*THIS* elf, was divine.<br/><br/>"Unnggghhh...uuugh." She complains breathily as the drake's long tongue circles across her soft, tantelizing flesh, making her shudder in a mixture of disgust and fear "G-get back, lizard. I'm s-speaking with your master." She says, trying to put on a brave face - something that was difficult to do when her voice was wavering so "Human! GET BACK HERE! I offer you TERMS! GOLD!" She is ignored, though, and when Thygor steps back, once more leaving her alone, she offers up a growl of frustration. It wasn't fair - the damn greedy catgirl had somehow remained free, and she was still here, bound up?! GRRRR!<br/><br/>The fairy! Perfect! SHE could free her "Fairy! Hey! Why don't you slip me out of these cuffs, huh? I can bargain as well with you as I can with any human. I just want the vengeance that is rightfully mine ,and I'll reward you - reward you WELL. One neko, and I'll give you more gold than you've likely seen in months!"<br/><br/>When Thygor steps past Anastasia, Meera, and Alura, the smaller fae girl actually seems to brighten slightly at the 'nickname' given to her. Strawberry! Aww, so her little gift had touched the big Morgak after all! When his tongue dart out against her cheek, she doesn't withdraw this time, allowing him a good lick at her soft, tender flesh "Hee! Nice to see you, too, Mr.Thygor!" She says cheerily, not at all put off by the little trickle of saliva left behind in the wake of the big lizard's eager lick.<br/><br/>When Johan and Thygor have gone past, Anastasia turns to Alura, grinning broadly "He called me strawberry! See, I KNEW he liked fruits! Don't worry, Meera! He just acts scary, he's not so bad!"<br/><br/>Meera did not seem convinced. Not at all.<br/><br/>Alura's little whisper draws a nod from the catgirl, and the moment she turns away to follow Thygor and Johan further inside, she feels Meera's arms wrap around her waist from behind.  Before she even manages to take a step, she feels those arms pull her backwards, squishing her head between the catgirl's rather sizable bosom from behind, Meera practically clinging to her for comfort "O-o-okay. I'll follow you. Um, the entrance to the cellar is right over there, that's where Actil is. I haven't seen him in two days, but Aniel has looked kinda worried..."<br/><br/>With that, Thygor, Johan, Anastasia, Alura, and Meera head down the stairwell, into the gloomy blackness of the cellar beyond..<br/><br/>*********************************<br/><br/>The short stairwell down is permeated with a sort of 'gloomy' feel that makes the darkness beyond seem all the more oppressive. From this proximity, Johan, Thygor, and Alura can FEEL the intense magical energy emanating from somewhere close by, a sort of 'lively' energy that makes their hearts subtly speed up in their chest, makes their blood pump faster, makes their senses seem sharper. Taste, hearing, sight - everything just feels so incredibly new, and strange, like a veil had been parted before their eyes, allowing them to see clearly for the first time in their lives.<br/><br/>Yet, mixed in with that sense of overwhelming life and energy...was a certain amount of 'wrongness'. Something that one could not quite put their finger on. It was still 'life', but...violent, somehow. Intense. Overwhelming. The sensation only increases with every step downwards they take, and by the time the eighth step gives way to the wood-and-dirt mixed cellar floor, the sense of 'wrongness' has grown considerably, mixing with the jubilant feeling of raw life in the form of magic surging around them.<br/><br/>The cellar was nearly pitch black, save for the faint glow of light towards the far left corner of the room, well beyond the rows upon rows of wine-racks, barrels full of pungent-smelling liquid, and bundles of sharp-smelling, partially rotted plant life, perhaps barley or something else similar.<br/><br/>Despite the sense of 'wrongness', the place is clearly not trapped, and by weaving between the racks the exploratory group easily manages to find their way to the back corner of the room, where the single source of illumination paints the wall in ghostly, blueish-red light. The first thing that draws their attention is the shimmering 'glow' in the air scant inches in front of the wall, and after a few seconds of focusing on it, the shimmer seems to take on a shape, much like the tumbler of a lock if looked at from the side. Six of the seven 'tumblers' appear to be lifted, and the final one is 'jiggling' in place, seemingly on the very of popping open at any moment.<br/><br/>Sitting just before the strange, shimmering, magical 'lock' is a male half-dragon, nearly the spitting image of Aniel outside, save for the obvious difference in gender. His features were slightly more draconic in nature, his arms more gratituiously coated in scales, his feet actually somewhat shaped like dragon feet, albeit more slender and still vaguely human-like, and even his head had a few scales along the underside of his eyes and along his cheeks that Aniel didn't have. Otherwise, it was incredibly easy to tell that Aniel, the dragoness sorcerer from above, was likely related to him in some form or fashion, even if she had not stated that he was indeed her brother.<br/><br/>It's not his draconic appearance that truely draws attention, though...it was how utterly pale he looked. His body seemed frail, somehow, his skin somewhat sunken in, especially around his eyes and along his surprisingly bony-looking fingers. It looked as though he'd not eaten in weeks, vertiably on the verge of starvation - he just looked WRONG. His breath came in harsh, panting gasps, as though his lungs were simply unable to get enough oxygen to support him, and his brow was beaded with sweat which trickled down into his eyes or across his cheeks. Both hands were outstretched towards the final tumbler, though it looked as if he simply did not have the strength left in him to do whatever was needed to pop it open.<br/><br/>Not even looking away from the magical shimmer in the air, he murmurs upon their approach "Aniel...? T-thank...goodness you...are back. Agghhh...I c-can't do it. I can't let go. T-there's...something...wrong here. It's...different." Aniel? Thygor's loud, clanking armor was a dead giveaway that it was NOT Aniel, yet the male dragon's unfocused eyes never shift from the magic hovering in the air before him "Nggh....sweat in eyes. C-cant see, will you...tend to it...?" He whisper through tightly gritted teeth, wheezing in exhertion "Water, too.."<br/><br/>It looked as though, quite literally, a stiff breeze could knock the dragon over. He just looked so amazingly weak, so frail, practically on the verge of death. Scattered behind him was a skin filled with likely water, and a little rag that had obviously been used to dab away the sweat from his forehead, before Aniel had been called away to do battle above. Even now, the dragonboy seems oblivious to the fact that it was not a single person in the room with him, but five.<br/><br/>"That's Actil, he's our leader..." Meera says, her voice sounding strangely ominous and otherwordly in the relative silence of the cellar "...He looks bad. When did he get so skinny...? It feels so creepy down here..."