“I hope this is going to be adequate Dread Master. By all accounts it's the best inn in the City.” The ghost steward known as Gauth asked of the deathknight he served.<br/><br/>“It will be fine, we are only here for a few days. Just long enough unwind a little and discover a bit more about our destination.” The Widow of Tomorrow Long Forgotten was leading 4 of his retinue deep under the frozen tundra and mountainous caverns to follow the rumors of burred riches and items of power. It was an idea that played on the hopes of many who dreamed of fame and fortune through adventure. The Widow was not so optimistic. His master, The Lover, had mentioned a trap. That wasn't really surprising. What the Widow wondered was who the trap was set for and who was it set by? What was the reason for it and how did it play out?<br/><br/>“Jerion. I require a divination.” The Widow said as he removed the ermine trimmed cloak he wore that provided fashionable cover from the elements and a cover for the four long tendrils that grew at the base of his spine. He sometimes hid them beneath trains of fabric them he wanted to show off his body.  Never outdoors in the daylight hours though, the sun burned his skin so easily.<br/><br/>“I'm too horny to concentrate on that right now. Why don't you fuck me first?” The elfish looking man said to his Master. Jerion had already stripped naked and. He sat on the floor and raised an angular eyebrow at The Widow while he spread his legs invitingly.<br/><br/>The Widow grinned in amusement but shook his head from side to side. “You're always horny. Just take some Dinar and buy what you need before the sun sets and the markets close. Marishka go with him”. It amused The Widow to keep Jerion on edge and the other man knew it and even enjoyed the sexual frustration. Sometimes Jerion would abandon his concept of social normalcy, tear his clothes off and run around like a mad bacchante . The widow usually found such occasions amusing, but the inevitable clean up that followed was never pleasing.<br/><br/>Jerion reluctantly got dressed. “Allright”, he said. Before leaving with the disembodied Marishka he flashed his master a cheesy grin.“One of these days though it's going to go off on it's own and shoot your eye out.”<br/><br/>Gauth dismissed himself as well going into a smaller room The Widow had rented for his servants, mostly the two ghosts. Gauth filled the role of a diligent manservant perfectly. He had originally looked much like he did before he died, an old man that had worked hard his whole life becoming withered and rugged. The Widow had the old ghost altered to appear as a demure and bookish young man with long dark hair. His voice however remained aged and raspy. The Widow wondered if anyone would question why he rented an extra room if his servants didn't stay in it. Most of the time Gauth and Marishka were invisible to mortals.<br/><br/>“You belong to me now and I don't let others just take my things”, The Widow said to the massively built human concubine of his. The words were oddly comforting to Kheldarnis who had been a slave to the dark elf matriarchs and feared seeing them again. He has only escaped due to some random luck at the breaking of the seals.<br/><br/>The Widow disliked being away from his Manse and his laboratory. The open road was a new form of challenge to him. Most of his life was spent among small cramped shelters or the most urban alleys. At least underground there would be no sun to impede his daylight travel.  “I'm going to carouse  a bit, maybe stop by the gambling parlor”, The Widow spoke as he looked in the mirror and changed the appearance of his clothing to something more appropriate for spending a night on the town, thigh-high boots over skin tight forest green suede and an a decorative open overcoat that showed his smooth defined chest.. He wasn't a tailor but his shaping of the magical cloth turned out exactly how he wanted it.<br/><br/>“Be sure that any mess Jerion makes with his divination is cleaned up and disposed of properly, and make doubly sure that he doesn't sacrifice a person this time. I don't trust his ability to avoid being caught.” The Widow dabbed on a light perfume and left the place he was staying to enter the chilly city under the twilight sky. Gauth was good with logistics but The Widow still preferred to do his own research. For him that simply meant finding another person with an alternate source of knowledge. The gambling parlor should attract successful merchant caravan leaders, if nothing else. There was also the joys of being wealthy enough to just toss money away for personal amusement. In his life he had been constantly starving. Death did nothing to quench his appetite, only now he didn't fill his stomach with food, instead he filled his soul with decadence and depravity.<br/><strong><br/>Statistics:</strong><br/>The widow is -5 essence every day for shielding himself from the negative effects creation imposes on his rolls.<br/>-1m this scene to shape his outfit.<br/><br/>Widow's roll shape outfit: 2 vs diff 1<br/>Jerion's roll to perform 'Divination': 5 vs diff 4<br/>Jerion's roll to perform 'Reactive Planning': 7 vs diff 5<br/><br/>Jerion's 'Divination' is predicting the next 3 months for The Widow in regards to his underground expedition.<br/><br/>