Rathazul stroked his chin and then sat quiet for a few moments.  Then taking the fish from the spit on the fire, he cut it in half and put one half on a wooden plate.   Passing it to Leanna, he said, "Eat, you'll feel better with a full belly."<br/><br/>He ate in silence, letting her have time to cry if she needed, saying nothing and not judging.  Only when he was done did he set his plate aside and speak again, "There is magic in this place, but you can not learn it the way you learned your old ways.  Magic does not come from mana, energy floating in the air, nor does it come from a god or goddess like it does in other places."  He grabbed at his crotch, a lewd act, but surprisingly it didn't seem so when he did it.  "This is where your power comes from.  This place is a plane of lust, and all magic flows through sexuality.  You can not cast spells here, not just because you do not know how, but because you have no experience with sex.  Or I suppose I should say you had no experience."<br/><br/>Rathazul of course did not know that Leanna had passed out, missing her deflowering.  "You must find a teacher to show you how to cast the spells, but you also must understand that the spells are tied to your very core, your very being as a sexual person.  To deny that will be to deny the very existence of your spell casting ability.  Does that make sense?  There was a rumor of an old mage, an owl, who lived near the farm... but... I know little more than that."<br/><br/>He paused and then added, "Also, you must be brave and strong.  If you think yourself weak, unable to resist, then you shall find it so.  You must be wise, swift, strong, brave... or you'll find yourself at the mercy of this entire place.  My advice would be to find a home for yourself, a camp of your own.  Or barring that, be prepared to sleep wherever you need, but do it on your terms.   Because this,"  he pointed at his camp fire, "This will not serve you well.  I'll let you stay here of course tonight, but it would be best if you found your own way.  If you are close to me for too man nights, I'm sure I'll find myself requesting more and more from you than simple chores.  While I'm an old rat, I am a man, and this place has twisted my mind long these many lifetimes that I've been here."<br/><br/>He grinned, a ratty whiskery smile, "Even now I find myself displeased that you're no longer a virgin and I won't get to watch you toy with yourself again."