Thoughtfully, Brea wiped Marcheron's drying jism from her mouth and breasts, wondering at the sensation she was feeling. She checked her left breast - Scar had left a mark there earlier after some over-enthusiastic nibbling. The flesh was now whole and unmarked. As she caught her breath, she tried to make sense of Marcheron's words. If this was true, it was too valuable to simply give away.<br/><br/>She wrapped the stone in a convenient rag nearby, careful not to let her bare skin touch it. She would find an opportunity to test its powers later, after she left Marcheron.<br/><br/>Leaning over, she wrapped her arms around Marcheron and gave him a firm kiss on the cheek, whispering in his ear. "Oh you know I'll be back, old man." She felt his hands creeping over her breasts to cop one last feel, and pressed herself against his hands wantonly. "And next time you'll get more than just my mouth."<br/><br/>With that, she slipped out of the door without a backward glance. The night was young. She had expected Scar to want to stay till morning, but he had left. There was plenty she could do. Slipping into the nearest alleyway, she prowled, her eyes sharp and alert. She knew all the routes of the guardsmen by heart, and she knew where and when to go, to avoid them.