<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/97/93/5697939f8232b8a7d76d97a96b772a53.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 5 CN</em><br/><em>Health: 54/75</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove had never been in a dryad's tree.  Few had and it wasn't like Gurlove had had any particular reason to have found her way into one before now.  But she had heard stories and rumors, as one had to talk about something around a campfire since tales of bedroom conquests could only entertain to a certain point.  Still, it was a very bizarre experience to enter the tree and her hand twitched as though she wanted to go for her axe despite there being no threat to what was happening now.  They had been offered safety in this place and she wasn't about to turn that down given how exhausted both of them were and the dangers that still remained within the woods.  As they entered the tree, they discovered a spacious place that seemed to bend and conform to the will of the dryad that they would be spending the night with.  A 'task' that apparently hadn't quite hit Angelique just yet as she seemed oblivious to the fact that she was part of the price for them to be able to stay the night here.<br/><br/>At the mention of food, Gurlove's stomach grumbled as she realized that it had been several hours since she'd taken a meal and the previous battle had left her famished.  Spotting the table and three chairs that had risen up from the tree, she made her way towards them and set one of their packs on the floor beside it.  They were carrying food, of course, but not nearly as much as one might think for two people that were traveling.  Angelique's continued enjoyment of her 'meals' being fed to her in an entirely different fashion had led to Gurlove finding it less and less important to carry enough food for two as it was clear the new diet had done nothing to hinder her pretty thing's well-being.<strong>"Gurlove would find mead to be a welcome change from water,"</strong>she commented,<strong>"Nuns didn't keep alcohol.  Gurlove hasn't had a drink in a couple of days."</strong>While that statement didn't make a lot of sense to the other two, anyone that had known Gurlove for a long time would know that the half-orc had a tendency towards drinking and could often put away more alcohol in a single sitting than most goliaths that she encountered.<br/><br/>As if on a mental command, a large wooden mug would seem to grow out of the tree and be filled at a large barrel before being placed in front of Gurlove.  The service delighted the futa, who took the mug and took a long draw from it before setting it back down with a satisfied smack of her lips.<strong>"Good mead,"</strong>she said appreciatively,<strong>"Exactly what Gurlove needs after a tough fight."</strong>A slight smile still on her face, she would take her time and start to go through the pack to withdraw some dried meats and other assorted odds and ends that would constitute a simple, but filling, meal for her.  She would then look over at Angelique and she couldn't help but have her smile grow into a broad smirk as she thought about what could happen next.<strong>"And is pretty thing ready for her dinner as well?"</strong>she asked as she took a seat, her legs spread to allow for the aasimar to crawl between them.  She would then look over at Tamiara with a wink as she waited to see if her pretty thing would respond as she wished her to.  Gurlove was certain the dryad would enjoy the potential show, especially since she was sure Angelique would have plenty of room for dessert when she was done with her dinner.