Stripped down to the bare essentials, Rayne was heavily laden even so, her pack, bow and quiver making up all of the ten pounds she could carry, and just barely at that. At least her skirt, panties, makeshift bra and medallion didn't contribute to her load, thank the game creators for small mercies. The night was cold especially near naked, but the bedroll and Griffon's body heat helped, as did the warmth coming from inside her as she finished herself off with her fingers. It was a testament to her improving prowess that she was witnessing most of the recent ravishing instead of being directly involved with them now, the last time she was forcibly taken being relatively long ago, though Ishtar had proven that there was no lack of consensual encounters to be had, either. Still, there was something ironic about her having to get herself off within a virtual reality dedicated to sexual pleasures.<br/><br/>The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Dixon looked a little better after his rest; when he spread his wings he could fly again, albeit somewhat wobbly. He was not yet strong enough to take a rider to the air as well, however, though carrying just her gear was fine. She could ride him, as long as he stayed on the ground, at least. Staying up through the night was beginning to take its toll on Rayne herself, but she could manage - she had pulled off worse all-nighters than this for essays and exams before, this was nothing in comparison!<br/><br/><em>How are you holding up? Have you reached Stag's End yet?</em>A mental message from Ishtar arrived.<br/><br/>A chirp caught Rayne's attention. It came from a large robin perched upon a nearby rock, puffing out its strikingly red chest and giving her a steady gaze with head cocked and beady eye. The bird flew a few steps in the direction of the living forest - opposite the way to the Blighted Woods and Stag's End beyond - and called out to her. Then it returned to where it started and began all over again. Apparently it wanted her to follow - but was it trustworthy?