Merame had to spend the next stretch of time being posed and played with, like some sort of life-size doll for Yifa to have.  Her breasts being groped, her ass being caressed, being bent over...fortunately, the time was soon over, and they were going back to the tent to collect her things.  Yifa would be able to make a note of something from this experiment, however.  Merame had stood a little straighter, seemed a little more compliant, in the moments following the Lunar laying down that particular rump smack.<br/><br/>Back at the tent, Yurgen and his entire circle were hunched over the table, looking at something.  He looked back only at the rustle of the tent opening to see Yifa and Merame entering.  "Ah, excellent.  The ritual is now finished."  Merame looked embarrassed to be...baring her ass in such a manner (though it wasn't<em>truly</em>bare).  "Yifa, come here.  Bring your new Shield.  You might want to have a look at something we found when we were going over her things."<br/><br/>On the table was a map - one of fine quality, but not especially so.  Marked on the map was a location...a location in the Black Crag Mountains that separated Whitewall and Gethamane.  From the looks if it, the location was maybe a day's march from Gethamane.<br/><br/>"Do you want to explain this, girl?"<br/><br/>"Uh, well, you see..."  Maybe it was time to try out that compliance bit, again.