<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CoZuTtR.jpg)</div><br/>The water was cool and refreshing, so cool that with the cool morning air, it actually caused goose bumps to break out across Ylene's dark flesh.  Her nipples hardened to almost painful, yet still eroticly charged, nubs.  The areola around them crinkled and tight.  The cool water felt heavenly and highly sexual on her well fucked anus.  Likewise her swollen labia  were refreshed by the fountains constantly refreshed water.  A never ending supply of cool fresh water poured from the fountain and while it certainly wouldn't be unpleasant for Ylene to bask in the cool water and the last remnants of the night air, the sky was lightening quickly, and more and more people were beginning to move about in the early morning light.<br/><br/>She watched as the guards who'd been her spectators went back out on patrol, and a new batch entered.  They always checked in every ten to fifteen minutes in two man patrols.  It was efficient, and rare was the large bell on the side of the chapter house rung telling the guards that there was an emergency.<br/><br/>When she re-entered the chapter house, the smell of her feminine musk was unmistakable, even with the last bit of cool morning air blowing in all of the windows and cooling vents.  Strangely enough however Arnell wasn't at the desk.  However the captain was.  Her face was thin and angular, and she wore several light scars, most notably a pale streak that stretched from her chin up through her lower lip and then ghosted across the upper ever so slightly.  Doubtlessly there was a story behind that one.  She looked up, ice blue eyes beneath a dirty blonde haircut that was shaggy and short.  It fell to just above her eyes in the front, and to the middle of her neck in the back.<br/><br/>She looked up and her face was one that was a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and something else, possibly sexual arousal.  This woman had been pleasuring herself while watching Arnell ass fuck a strange drow after all.  Then Ylene realized what it was, she was still inebriated.  Her eyes were unfocused and couldn't quite lock onto the drow's face.  She was trying to hide it, but Ylene was very perceptive.  She set down the logs from the patrols she'd been reading when Ylene came in and said,  "I'm sorry, but Arnell has gone home for the night.  After pulling a stunt like that, he's probably going to be working the docks for a year.... if he's lucky.  I don't think he'd like field duties as much as a desk job."<br/><br/>She sighed and pulled a pad of paper in front of her, and with a charcoal stick wrote down something and then passed the paper to Ylene, "I wasn't the lead on your mistresses case, but I spoke with you once, when you were in custody.  You probably don't remember, you were really... out of it.  Anyways, the mages collective has taken over responsibility of this crime.  A woman named Hailton Hellfire has the dagger you see."<br/><br/>The name that the captain mentioned was written on the paper for Ylene to take.  "I don't have her address, but I'm sure if you visit the arcane academy across the courtyard, someone can put you in touch with her."<br/><br/>The captain sighed and it looked as if she was bored, but Ylene could see through it, she was completely drunk.  The fact that she wasn't slurring her words said a lot to how often she drank on the job.  "So, unless there's anything else I can help you with?"  She left the comment sitting on the air, it wasn't a dismissal, more a practiced turn of phrase to be done with the conversation.