Master D'nai's eyes lingered on the sisters as they left, and the young man behind the desk in the lobby, Joshian openly stared lustfully at the teasing the two displayed.  Once back out onto the streets the city was lit from multiple mage lights on the sides of buildings, leading to large pools of warm arcane light and vast swaths of deep shadows.  But instead of feeling shady, there was an unusual air for a bustling city.  There was no immediate sense of danger, but more one of sultry and smoky mystery; of humanity<em>(and other races)</em>all packed together in a vibrant living community.  For these ancient lands were wild and untamed, and chaotic magic flowed heavily once one left the safety and security of the high and well manned walls of Laelith city.  It was almost as if there was an unspoken understanding of everyone living inside the walls that the worst troubles lay outside the walls, and to not invite the troubles in.<br/><br/>The streets were almost as crowded as they had been during the day, which made sense.  The sweltering heat of the jungle kept the city warm, and the streets radiated warm upwards, bleeding off all of the sun's heat that it had absorbed during the day.  But now instead of light garments that covered the whole body to block the sun, or bodies clad in nothing but a loin cloth to fight the heat, people were dressed a little more to show off the metropolitan fashion.  Again the styles varied greatly, dwarves in blocky geometric outfits that tended towards conservative, tieflings with intricate robes and flowing garments, prostitutes of all races whose outfits ranged from elaborate lace garments to little more than strategically placed jewelry and silk, dragonborn in heavy armor or bare chested showing off shining scales, a drow gentleman in a formal suit but one made of a skin tight leather whose snowy hair fell down to his waist.  It became obvious that the early night in Laelith was one for the wealthy.  Slaves seemed to be less apparent than they were earlier as nobles, adventurers, and even the common folk went about their routines in the more comfortable air now that the heat had broken.  Of course it was not chilly by far.  In fact for any who grew up in the cool shade of the forests of the Faded Lands, it was still downright swelteringly warm and humid.  But the ocean breeze blew a comfortable scent of sea air inwards.  Since Laelith was built on a great slope, the ocean breeze did not get caught in the buildings, but managed to rise up and refresh the entire city, carrying away the oppressive heat of the day with it.<br/><br/>The humidity had little to do with the moisture between Dawn's nether lips that caused the silk of the teddy to cling to her sensitive sex, nor ride tightly in that cleft.  But the mage was nothing if not able to focus her will and in a short time the two had arrived back at their new home.  The tavern was busy and bustling and the sisters drew the looks of several men and at least two women as they made their way to the stairs, but the atmosphere was quite relaxed and no one called out or bothered the sisters.  A note was pinned on the door to the apartment that read;<br/><em>"Just a reminder to open the dome if you wish to cool your apartment down this evening.  If you leave it closed too many nights in a row, it will get unbearably hot. -Y"</em><br/><br/>The apartment was warmer than the tavern had been and warmer than the outside, still retaining the heat from the day.  But not unbearable, and certainly it made the water feature and everflowing bathtub look inviting.  As well the faint specter of sex lingered in the air.  A smell of the sister's earlier enjoyment that did absolutely nothing to relieve Dawn's current mood.  So it was no surprise that she decided to torment her sister as well.  Leaving Dawn smiling at the aroused Stephanie as the redhead moved to the stairs.  Stephanie's light mithril chain providing weight against her sensitive and aroused nipples, while the silk of her bra continued to provide a constant and delightful frisson against the hardened nubs.  While mithril was fantastic for protection and keeping the user from becoming tired due to it's light weight, it unfortunately did nothing to hide the rounded points on the blonde's large breasts.  The thin strong links practically contoured around the hard nubs, making her excitement obvious to any viewer who took the time to look at Stephanie's breasts.  Of course with such large breasts on an otherwise petite half elf, many onlookers did find their gaze drawn to the glorious orbs, and to the hard buds that tented the silvery mithril chain over them.<br/><br/>The trip back down the hill to the poorer part of town, and then dockside was one of complete distraction for Stephanie.  She couldn't pay attention to where she was going, but noticed every time they passed a home that had open windows, the sounds of sex issuing forth.  She noticed the stunningly gorgeous drow prostitute on the arm of a fat merchant whose quarter skirt, bikini, and stockings were so sheer that the blonde could tell the drow woman had a piercing through her clit and pierced nipples.  She noticed several good looking men that let their gaze linger on her as they licked their lips.  Truthfully, Dawn had done a good job tormenting her older sister.  If it had been up to Stephanie to navigate the city, odds are they would have ended up in a brothel or tavern, satisfying their lusts.  But thankfully Dawn was more focused on the task at hand.<br/><br/>The Seven Hells tavern, while named ominously, seemed to be rather inviting and safe actually.  On the first terrace above the docks, it sat on the street, looking out above the buildings below it at the black ocean to the east.  The sounds of the docks could still be heard as ropes and furled sails on the moored ships snapped and slapped in the breeze.  The sounds of people still at work on the docks, laboring under mage light, torch, and lantern continued on even this late in the evening.  Though the dock side market had shut down, in it’s place now there were open fires and sailors cooking and drinking, those who couldn’t stray too far from their ships, or had too few coin to enjoy the greater luxuries of taverns, inns, and brothels that Laelith had to offer.<br/><br/>But the Seven Hells tavern was an interesting affair.  It was housed in one of the larger chunks of ruins of the ancient city, but they'd done a great job rebuilding around the ruins to incorporate new building.  The entire front of the building had large open arches that provided a direct view into the tavern, with men and women leaning against the half walls both inside and out.  Though while the attitude was energetic, it was not completely chaotic.  Which may have had to do with the half dozen armored guards, emblazoned with the crest of the Laelith Defenders who stood a few hundred feet away, near a building marked with large lettering that proclaimed it as a jail.  The guards weren’t paying much attention, and seemed relaxed as they chatted amongst themselves.  But their posture said that they were ready should there be trouble of some sort.<br/><br/>Entering the tavern made the sisters start to sweat ever so slightly.  The heat inside the building had everything to do with how crowded it was, and more than one person was almost totally naked as they sat around doing whatever it was they were doing.  For those that were still clothed, light linens and loose robes were the attire of choice.  It was obvious that were it not for the huge passthroughs at the front of the tavern that allowed for some fresh sea air to circulate, the building would be a hotbox of sweat and people.<br/><br/>The room was packed tightly, but there was plenty of room to move between tables.  Though it appeared that every chair had been taken and the men and women standing near the front wall were using the half wall in the arches as makeshift tables.  Waitresses and one skinny teenage tiefling boy ran back and forth with plates, mugs, bottles, and bowls frantically as coin seemed to flow in a steady stream into a large locked box behind the bar.  There were three men behind the bar, though the largest of the three, a human man with an intricate tattoo on his bald head seemed to be surveying the room and giving directions to the waiters and waitresses.<br/><br/>One wall near the door as the sisters entered held a series of cubbies for people to place weapons and armor, though there were a few still people in the tavern wearing arms or armor so it was obviously allowed.  Dawn’s magical training showed a slight glyph above each cubby, and she had no doubt that there was some sort of security in place to prevent rampant theft of those trusting individuals who divested themselves of their gear upon entering.  Then again, who would be foolish enough to steal from the adventurers guild hall?  But as she saw it, she also noticed a middle aged and somewhat rotund halfling man sitting on a chair smoking from a pipe.  One leg propped up on another chair, his leg bound in bandages and splinted on either side.  He smiled and nodded at Dawn and said over the raucous crowd,<strong>“Welcome to the Seven Hells.  Anything armor you leave there’ll be safe enough.”  </strong>Then giving the sisters a second look he smiled lecherously and added,<strong> “Tho it doesn’t look like yer overburdened with a great amount of heavy armor.  Name’s Jax, pardon me for not getting up to greet ya properly.”</strong><br/><br/>His next words were lost in the roar of the crowd as it appeared that someone had either just lost or won a great deal of coin at a game of cards in the back corner.  But the way he gestured with his pipe towards his splinted leg got the point across fair enough.  When the noise level in the tavern had died down back to a dull roar, he spoke again,<strong> “Meal of the night is grilled flounder with fresh keffa leeks.” </strong>He looked at the tavern,<strong>“I don’t see any open tables, though you might be able to share a table with those two dragonborne guards over in Dawn’s section.”</strong><br/><br/>He pointed with his pipe again, and the sisters couldn’t help but catch the reference to a blonde waitress, who’s hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail who hustled around from table to table.<strong>“We have a few private rooms open if you’d prefer.  There’s a card game going on in that corner if you’ve got coins to lose.  If you just want a drink and relax, I’m sure two pretty girls like you can convince a gentleman to give up a stool or two at the bar.  An’ if you’re looking to talk to Master Flint about joining the guild, he’s down in the basement, but he’s probably half in the bag already.”</strong><br/><br/>He smiled at the two sisters and then tapped out ashes into an ash tray on the floor next to him.  An act that automatically drew the eye to a clay pot next to it.  The clay pot had a few coins in it and a small note on it that said<em> ‘Jax recovery fund.’ </em>An act that was both subtle and rather obvious at the same time.  Though the smile on the halfling’s face said that he didn’t expect a tip and was simply enjoying the view at the moment.<br/>