<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"></span><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Noemi d'Volee, Human Eros Mage              </em></div><div class="floatright">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120917051418/ideas/images/c/c0/Inspired_by_Luis_Royo.jpg)</div>Noemi kissed the Witch's thigh as she stroked the human mage's long, nut brown hair. "I will not forget what you've done for me," she purred and flowed up onto her feet, sliding her body up along the witch's in a slow, sensual caress that let her, and any watching, that the mage considered her body something the witch could enjoy as she wished, whenever she wished. "If you would, do tell me two things... Have you any knowledge you can share of Blackbeard's doings since he consigned us to the void beyond this world?" she asked in a low, husky tone that played sensuously over the witch's ear. Then she added, "Do you possess any bit of Blackbeard's ship... A length of rope, a span of chain, even a splinter off the deck?"<br/>..<br/>Noemi heard the witch offer up her advice to her peers and she chuckled and then made an observation of her own. "If we want to be quits of this place quickly... I'd ask for your aid in unburying my stuff," she requested politely of the two down on their knees in the sand. Her tone was light and airy, much like she used on a typical day aboardship. It wasn't that she was any less inflamed with a desire to revenge herself on Blackbeard, it was more an assertion of self. She refused to be defined or changed by the man who robbed her of 5 months of her life. She smiled at Dalen and said, "Give me a bit of time with my spell book and I'll help out with that... But for now... Death has robbed me of any eldritch spellweavings I'd committed to memory err I died."<br/>..<br/>On impulse, Noemi turned to look at the witch as she smiled, bowed her head and looked rueful as she stepped away from her, clearly regretting the fact that they'd take no further pleasure from each other. "He brought you aboard to divine his future... What exactly did you tell him?" she asked gently, not wanting to pry but feeling there was merit in knowing what words had him visit death upon the quorum here on the Drow's island.<br/>..<br/>