Ker stopped as he knotted the rope about his waist and looked at her.<strong>"Where Ker going?" </strong>He seemed to be genuinely confused by the question, as if he hadn't ever considered such a thing himself.<strong> "Ker going to look for work." </strong>He gestured vaguely down the road in the direction Izusa had been coming from.  She'd passed a few branches and intersections on the path, so it wasn't certain that he was heading to Tesszeik.  In fact there were probably a handful of small farms and communities like Tesszeik that Izusa could have passed down those side roads.  Or of course he could be heading even further south.  But it appeared that the ogrish man didn't really have a set goal in mind.<br/><strong><br/>"Why fuck meat want know?"</strong>Izusa suddenly recognized the fact that she hadn't actually convinced Ker she was a priestess, she'd seduced the lump of muscle, and gotten him to fuck her stupid.  She'd convinced him to treat her like this 'fuck meat' that seemed to be a societal way of looking at things on this side of the river.  Maybe she could turn this creature to her advantage?  Or at least get more of that glorious dick slammed into her, at the very least.