<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Marano1.png)</div>Katul grinned broadly, his pale teeth gleaming in the witchlight against his dark skin. "I have two wives, and occasionally another woman or two for a short time. How do I keep them happy?" He chuckled. "If you mean physically satisfied, then I assure you my stamina is great. But more than that, they benefit greatly from being my wives. They hold the highest standing in my tribe - no man dares touch them, no woman dares speak against them. And while I fight for the protection of all of my tribe, my wives know that I will throw myself into a lion's jaws to protect them, without a moment's thought. That is the honour I owe to all the women who share my blankets." He piled his equipment into his backpack as best as he could, leaving his body bare. "You are welcome to share in that honour, should you wish it."<br/><br/>He allowed his protective, oddly seductive gaze to rest on Rose for a moment longer, then peered up at Zabeth above them. "I braved the darkness because I thought it might hide the way out. I can't say which way is most likely to lead to the surface - Zabeth or Three would be the ones to know that. But whichever way we go, we need to join up again, so either we go up there or they come down here."<br/><br/>He followed Rose up the path, casting his gaze around to judge where it went in relation to the chamber above. He ran forward and touched the wall Rose indicated, his interest piqued. Quickly, he set down his equipment and pressed his bare back against the stone. "Good, I needed that after the cold water. I can dry my equipment a little here, too."<br/><br/>He tracked the witchlight with his eyes, nodding in agreement with Rose. "Then I say we climb this path and rejoin the others. Then we decide which way is most likely to lead out. We avoid falling in the water again, though." He unslung the rope from over his shoulders and started tying loops around his waist. "I won't make that mistake again."