"Thank you Mother," Tehr said bowing as deeply as he would to the queen herself.  "Give me just a moment."<br/><br/>He turned to Tera, "I think..." he said starting slowly, "It might be best if you stayed behind with my friend."<br/><br/>He gave his horse, Blondie, an affectionate pat on her flanks, "I'd consider it no dereliction of duty to stay here and keep Blondie calm.  I'm sure that under the dryad's gaze that our gear would come to no harm, but I don't think she'd take too kindly to me tying Blondie to a nearby tree."  He paused then considered, "Though I suppose I could just hobble her with her reins and she couldn't wander too far.  But unless you're determined to come along it might be best to stay here and watch over the girl."<br/><br/>What Tehr didn't say is that he'd also read that Nymphs could be jealous and didn't want to scare her off by showing up with another woman.  In addition he didn't know how much use the elven woman would be without her bow anyways.  He handed her Blondie's reins, but he wouldn't stop her if she began to strip down to come along.  It wouldn't be bad to have a second set of eyes and in addition he had no urge to alienate the sexy elven woman.<br/><br/>In either respect, he quickly stripped down out of his noble clothing, only shivering once as his bare feet stepped onto the cool early autumn earth.  His body was lean and trim, muscular but not strong, a body born of exercise and a very small appetite.  He never ate like his brother, who could eat as much as three men before he died.  Food just didn't hold as much interest for him as it did for most people.  But his tutor in the arcane arts when he was a child taught him the value of eating well so that arcane magics wouldn't feed on your body.   His cock, flaccid, seemed unimpressive, but Tera knew he was a grower, not a shower, as the saying went.  He kept his black pubes trimmed tight, close to his body, but didn't remove them completely.  His long hair was thick and black and came down to around his jawline, framing his narrow, but handsome, face.<br/><br/>Turning he placed his staff in a cradle on Blondie's saddle that was crafted for that purpose and then unstrapped his wrist sheath and laid the brace of daggers on the saddle as well.<br/><br/>Turning back to mother dryad he bowed his head again and said, "I am ready."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">It happens my friend.<br/>I was just beginning to wonder where you'd gone too.   I'm sorry you've been having a rough time IRL, but I love this game and can wait if needed.<br/>Of course, if you feel guilty, you can make sure you're posting more often!  ^_^  hehe<br/></div></div>