Before long the twon disappeared behind them and the path started to wind upwards.  The steeper rodes to the mines veered off to one side or the other as they made their way to the looming castle Ravenroost.  It jutted out from the rocky hill it topped, like some thing crouched and waiting.  Never in her life had she been so close to the Parcivan estate, and it fitted every nightmare tale she'd heard.<br/><br/>The eyes here were different, hungry and appraising as they followed her naked body.  And when they came to the courtyard, a woman emerged from the sables to take the reigns from Brom.  She was fairly average in height and build, and would have been easily overlooked had she not been dressed in naught more than a belt and harness.  Her skin was well-tanned without exception and bare of hair save for her head.  She took one sniff and glared daggers at Felicity as she moved close and pressed against the stallion's head, guiding his lips to her breast automatically.<br/><br/>Brom dismounted and removed the end of Felicity's rope from his saddle.  "Don't be jealous," he chided, "Now come give the new toy a friendly kiss."<br/><br/>The woman lowered her head and sighed, "Yes my Lord..."  It was obvious that she only drew away from the steed reluctantly to walk toward Felicity.