The witch rolled her eyes at you and placed her hands on her hips. One of her hands pushed a few loose strands of hair back behind her ear. “If someone builds a wall in a valley is the only way to bypass it to break it down? Come now, you are smarter than that.” The witch was obviously enjoying your confusion, “You can climb the walls of the valley, sneak in, or just climb on top of the valley and walk by. Let’s be honest, holy mages aren’t the most creative bunch. The curse on you isn’t that complex. It just prevents you from having male children, which is rather easy to get around.”<br/><br/>Turning around the spellcaster began to walk away before turning around, “By the way, you can call me Krei for now, what is your name?” She asked as she beckons to you and begins walking, the Kryton slowly turning and following her. The chains barely covering her blue flesh, her tight ass in perfect view for you. The witch walked through the forest quickly as she went wherever she intended to go. Her familiarity with the maze of the misty area was impressive and as the same time worrisome since it was extremely uncommon for a drow to stay anywhere except their homeland.<br/><br/>The walk wasn’t two long but the end was surprisingly abrupt, the witch found a small hold in the root floor and slipped in, revealing her home. An entire house carved from the thick roots of the forest. A variety of bottles filled with herbs and fluids that you could only guess at their origin line the walls. Stopping at a thick wooden chair she looks at you as she grabs a few bottles. “Strip and sit down.”<br/>