<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/42/7d/3d427df3d29fc3adfe98667e350ce9f6.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/c1/7a/7fc17aea054e0c1a8236959cb3bfc9c8.jpg)</div><br/>She nods to you about the feeling.   She has a foot in the water.   Before she can draw it out.   A man rises from the pool.  He is like a chiseled god.   The concubine can help but look at the man in all of his naked glory.<br/><br/><strong>"You like what you see, little one?  Of course, you do."</strong>He reaches past her brushing against her.   Almost as if he is teasing her.   Snatches up items from the side of the hot springs.  It is what you had missed.  He wraps a towel around himself.   Then looks to Hellhound.<br/><br/><strong>"Thurmgard Borjiggson, I'm all through so the hot spring is all yours."</strong><br/><br/>As if coming out of a trance,  Songbird moves behind you, clearly for protection.   The near giant of a man who called himself Thurmgard, lets out a deep laugh.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't fear little one,  I'll will not eat you.  I have watches to see to and plan for the next leg of the journey."  </strong><br/><br/>You realize its the caravan leader.    The one that has been guiding the caravan.    As he begins to get dress, letting the towel fall away.   The man  moves with confidence in what he is doing,  assured of being in his own skin.   Yet something was not right,  there had been that feeling of dread.  Yet when Thurmgard surfaced it fled.<br/><br/>