"Hehe, well then, let us head out then." Sune replied, and when Valencia passed her she gave her a nice, firm swat on the rear, more playful than painful by far.<br/><br/>The cellar was the sort where the exit was outside the home, and indeed almost<em>literally</em>right in front of them was a wagon with four horses manning it, all of them big, strong mounts capable of hauling quite a bit of cargo.  In the wagon there were a few barrels of what seemed to be some form of alcohol, a substantial amount that would likely take several men or women to carry it into the wagon.  There was, however, plenty of space left in the large wagon to fit Valencia, Sune, and enough for the intel as well.  That, or for two Abilene assassins to do some 'teambuilding' exercises together while the half-giant drove them forth.<br/><br/>Speaking of the half-giant... minutes later it becomes quite clear that but<em>one</em>person put the barrels into the wagon, a seven-foot-six tall woman to be precise.  Sandy hair cut boyishly short, arms and stomach baring muscles to the point of eight-pack abs, a large set of tits nearing the size of the half-elf's head (but on her they were just on the large side, equatable to Ds), and wearing nothing to cover any of the aforementioned parts.  She was, however, wearing a heavy sort of skirt that went to ankle length, and peeking out from under them was the bottoms of a set of boots, likely one of the few things she could<em>wear</em>even.  As Sune had said, she was by no means hard on the eyes, so long as you enjoyed muscles on a woman without them looking like a man.<br/><br/>"You, you're the half-elf I'm hauling out?" she asked, her voice low, deep but not unfeminine, and she bore a smile, a kinder one than Sune's usual cocky, coy, or playful one "Damn you're fine... so petite... luckily, I<em>like</em>petite women; makes things more interesting."<br/><br/>She walked over and set a large hand on Valencia's head, smiling pleasantly as the hand seemed as if she could, should she desire, pick up the young half-elf by palming the top of her scalp.  Instead, she simply pat her head, and once everyone was in the wagon they would go.  Sune insisted on having Valencia sit on her lap throughout the duration, her large rod nestled firmly in between the half-elf's cheeks as her arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her quite close.  Now and again over the next few hours she'd occasionally have a sip of her bottle of mead, or chat up Dawn, but otherwise she would leave Valencia to read to her heart's content.<br/><br/>In the various documents, the first few discuss the various crimes that he has committed, from unwilling slavery and torture to several<em>hundred</em>accounts of rape which were, sadly, only recently discovered given the nature of his position and the rape as occurring with 'slaves'.  How he managed to keep it underwraps for so long was that apparently a large portion of the remaining aristocracy in the town backed him up and not only supported him, but also purchased the slaves from him.  In a town where the lower class was filled with submissive men and women who<em>willingly</em>submitted to the dominating natures of the upper and middle classes, it appears that the ancient aristocracy wanted things to be a bit more... real.<br/><br/>Next was a listing of all his guards, all his contacts for the slave trade, and all of his known buyers as well, almost<em>all</em>of which were members of the relic aristocracy and nobility, and a select few were out-of-city buyers.  Most of his guards were men, a select few women, and all were human... coincidentally, it seems that the majority of the slaves he imported were non-human humanoids, most notably elves and other fey-kin.  The rest of the documents detailed how he usually spent his days, typically not leaving his home save for the occasional deal to be made, and even then he was<em>heavily</em>guarded all the while, and this was before he was nearly assassinated.  It seems that every weekend he has a... party of sorts, inviting people of the upper class, almost<em>all</em>of which happen to be buyers of his and possessing slaves of some nature that are not the willing sort.  However, the details of these parties seem scarce, and the last page has frantic ink writing that trails off, as if the previous Master had been in a rush...<br/><br/>It takes a good few hours of reading to get through all of it, and by this point Sune has taken to rubbing the half-elf's stomach slowly, sensually, her half-flaccid cock nesteled firmly between Valencia's cheeks yet still.  Sune, naturally, seems to be enjoying herself.<br/><br/>"You done with that yet?" she asked softly "Dawn was wanting to know if you wanted something for a mid-afternoon snack, slut."<br/><br/>Since we are heading out into the wilderness, even if it's on the road, while I know you're up for NC what is your opinion of non-humanoids going after your gal?  Not necessarily the type that would be bestiality, but perhaps things like tentacle monsters, illithids, dragons, etc.?  Could possibly swing some thing more Extreme if you'd like, but we'd have to get this into the EX section first though.