<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>Songbird, he used the name, it made her happy.   Subconsciously, she craves him looking at her.   Songbird forgets to put the cloth on.   Tucking it back in her pack in the morning.   Mounting up the two of them are on their way.   Instead of immediately looking like a concubine.  She still looks the slave, but one that is a barbarian shaman.    It makes her feel a sense of wildness.   The Helhound upon them hitting the road again, he is all professional about his business.<br/><br/>Songbird makes small talk as they ride.  "You can lay with me at night.   Why do you keep distance from me.  Are you repulsed?"<br/><br/>For most of the morning it is small talk and the occasional fellow traveler going in the opposite direction.   It is nearing midday, and soon they would be stopping.<br/><br/>Game Mechanics:  Perception Rolls are needed.<br/><br/>Roll Results:  Songbird Perception 20<br/>GM Perception Roll 11