<em>+1 Liquid Willpower<br/></em><br/>"Oh, certainly," he licked his lips, and thus began the relationship--he peeled the tight, revealing outfit off of Nadia and had no reservations in pressing his meaty fingers into as he did so, mulling her body and smacking his chops luridly as he did.  It was all just<br/><br/>A few days pass in this fashion, and Nadia hears murmurs that they're a few days out from the next Urbus, Westurdel.  A tall town of wooden walls and suspicious folk, they're the last bastion of Durudelers before the Marshes.  Rumor had it the Knights of the Iron Rose were checking every caravan that came through.  Shrugging it off, the caravan master says he'll just pull the group along outside the walls and feign returning from the other direction if questioned at the far gate.<br/><br/>There was nothing they wanted in Westurdel Urb, anyway.<br/><br/><strong>Propose an alternative (skirt wide of the city, go straight through, forge Papers of Protection, etc):  Manipulation + Ettiqute dif 9<br/>Say nothing (you can always slip away before or in the city, after all): free<br/></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Later that night, you find yourself yearning for the caravan master's companionship more than usual.  It certainly isn't his looks or his charm, or even him really...<br/><br/>You just need to fuck.<br/><strong><br/>Don't fuck him: Self Control dif 7<br/>Fuck him: Stamina + Charisma dif 6</strong>