<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">There is little I can give in the way of details to the party, unless PC’s interact directly with an NPC of mine you are all free to post until your characters sleep for the night.</div></div></div><br/><br/>~<span style="font-weight: bold"> Brady </span>~<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Allie wrote:</cite>"Really?" Brady asks. "I've never even heard of that... you must know a lot about undead from your priest training, Miss Vendra. I'll bet you know a couple of good ghoul-zapping spells!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>A soft chuckle escaped Vendra’s lips. Her knowledge of undead and the various methods of fighting them were vast. “Fortunately I’ve rarely had to interact directly with undead. I do possess a few abilities that would help stave them off, however earlier today…” Vendra shoots a glance at Kahmori “My holy symbol and all of the items I needed to combat undead were umm…misplaced” Vendra didn’t know how much of her predicament Brady knew about, coming out and saying she was more or less a slave didn’t sound like a good conversation topic. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to do much more then tend to any wounds any of us receive and offer my general knowledge when required”<br/><br/>~<span style="font-weight: bold"> Kahmori </span>~<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>That little promise brought an even larger smile to his muzzle, and leaning towards her, he wraps an arm around her shoulder, momtarily hugging her smaller body up against his own. His voice, little more than a whisper, coos into her ear just as Chelsie begins to place down the little platters of food in front of her "...I look forwards to it.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Once again Vendra found herself wrapped in Kahmoris arms. It was an affectionate little hug that Kahmori seemed more then generous in giving. The thought that she was a slave dissipating slowly with each friendly hug, each little notion that made her feel more comfortable. The warmth of his fur and the warmth of his personality had quickly put the priestess at ease, aided by the fact that Kahmori was handsome beyond words. Vendra found it surprising the other females in the group were not throwing themselves at him. Just the sight of his perfectly toned body made her inner thighs damp.<br/><br/>The soft little lick upon her neck caused the human to shutter slightly. Her thoughts quickly turning to earlier that day where she had felt the pleasurable side and the dangerous side of his tongue in the same moment as she was coursing downward into his throat. Why did the thought appeal to her? Was the mix of pleasure and danger an erotic one? Shaking her head she attempted to dismiss such thoughts, yet the one of his tongue squirming along her body remained. If neither of the other females were going to attempt to make Kahmori there own, then she was determined too!<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"How is it? Ooo, hey...you've GOTTA try this." </div></blockquote><br/>Vendra turned to Kahmori as she opened her mouth. For a brief moment Kahmori could see the little pink tongue that had pleasured him so much earlier that day, the moistened looking inner walls of her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the fork she slowly slid them off of it, leaving behind no residue of the cake in a single pass of her lips. Her eyes locked with Kahmori as she did, perhaps a little suggestive. Her eyes widened with the flavor as she chewed a few times before swallowing. “Oh my, that is delicious. I’ve never tasted such a dish. I have to admit I’m becoming more fond of the culture and food within Southmourne each minute”<br/><br/>~<span style="font-weight: bold"> Xali </span>~<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Xali wrote:</cite> "But of course! Thank you” <br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Vendra wasn’t the best at reading the emotions of others and Xali’s little display made it appear as if she wasn’t upset by the young priestess wedge in her tactics. However fear still loomed within the back of her mind, Xali while seemingly at the moment was calm and collected might still erupt in the mind of Vendra at any moment. She knew the complete lay out of the crypt, having studied much about the dwarves and their lore and legends. Correcting the feline twice in a few minutes was something the priestess was not willing to risk. Instead she just smiled and left the bit of information she gave as is.<br/><br/>~<span style="font-weight: bold"> Alexei </span>~<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite>“But we must make sure we don’t end up trapping ourselves inside. If we can, we should attempt to procure a floorplan or layout of the crypt so we can plan for potential problems.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>With Alexei’s interaction it presented the perfect opportunity for Vendra to further share her knowledge with the group without seeming as if she was attempting to correct Xali. A small smile curved on her lips. “A floor plan isn’t needed. I’ve studied much about the Dwarven lands that existed long ago. The crypt is very shallow, extending no more then four hundred paces. Roughly two hundred feet inside of the crypt will be a fork. One path will lead to the old caretakers quarters and the other to the nobles burial chamber” Vendra sliced off a sizable chunk of her chicken and put it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “I have to say the presence of a necromancer confuses me. One of the most secretive orders and a single one is in such an open location and allowing his undead to roam so freely? It doesn’t make sense. There has to be something at the crypt that’s worth the risk if the necromancer is being so bold. I suppose we’ll see when we arrive”<br/><br/><br/>~<span style="font-weight: bold"> Party </span>~<br/><br/>With conversation and bits of information being thrown back and forth the minutes tick by. A few moments after Vendra told her information of the crypt Chelsie once again approaches the parties table “Forgive me for interrupting. I would just like to inform you that the attendants have finished preparing your bathes and the heating stones will continue to keep your bath water heated for the next half an hour. I hope everything is to your liking and I hope you each have a wonderful evening” With a polite bow and smile Chelsie excuses herself and tends to the few other patrons.<br/><br/>Having finished most of the meal on her plate Vendra turns to Kahmori. “I bath sounds lovely. Would you mind if I excused myself to go take one? If you wanted…” Vendra looked to the floor and avoided eye contact. “You could accompany me to make sure I don’t attempt any funny business” Her cheeks flushed a little red, yet…why not pursue it, if anything just to see what happened. “In fact, I insist you join me. I could wash your back?” Vendra giggled sweetly.