Krynn bristled slightly.  She was used to being talked down to, if spoken to at all, by outsiders, or a couple particularly catty members of the tribe or outlying clans.  They expected her to be an idiot, just because she was ignorant of a few things, or wasn't some "wizard" that probably did nothing but read for an entire lifetime.  She was just... young, and found more interesting things to do, actively, and those hadn't involved learning to read.<br/><br/>The elf just turned to leave, expecting her to follow like her little chain-monster, the one who's tight, lightly-scarred ass she focused on to avoid the rage that easily rose within.  She imagined pushing her over, spreading those cheeks, and licking deep inside, moaning and humming, letting it feel her tongue vibrate up her spine...<br/><br/>"Krynn," she supplied, shaking off her quick fantasy.  She realized they were going off-road now, straight into the thick, obscured forest.  The barbarian was used to finding her way, but this forest was different than the marshes, and new, and she was relying on this witch's knowledge of their destination.  When they reached the underground lair, Krynn was a little surprised:  she thought elves lived in tree-houses or something.<br/><br/>She shrugged, guessing this was close enough, and stepped down as well, trying to adjust to the darkness within and lower ceiling.  As her eyes grew more accustomed to the dimness, she looked all around at the hanging potpourri, tapping a glass filled with what she realized to be small eyes.  She thought one turned to look at her, and her own eyes narrowed, but she knew that must have been a trick of shadow.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Strip and sit down."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Krynn was getting used to the witch's mode of speech:  living alone, ordering around magic servants, all she knew how to do was bark orders.  Still, Krynn would put a stop to that soon, she just wanted to get this thing over with.  She didn't wear many clothes to begin with, and wasn't shy about her body.  She unclasped the thick, but light, warm cloak from her shoulders, removed the frightening black iron dragon mask from her head, and worked on untying the thongs keeping her light breastplate on.  After a minute, that to hit the packed earth floor with a thud, leaving her in just a light wrap-around to prevent chafing, a loincloth, and some jewelry of feathers, teeth, claws, and bones.  She took those off (leaving her magic fanged ring, however), leaving her nude, showing off her tanned skin, lined with light tattoos, body paint, and scars, both ritual and from fighting.  Her heavy bust stood up on its own, a blessing of her youthful age, and blond hair hung in tendrils and braids, pulled away from her face.<br/><br/>Giving a "are you enjoying this" sneer to the Kyton, Krynn sat on the chair, crossing her arms under her bust.