While the metal plate over his groin prevented direct contact with Syndella's supple ass, the man she whispered to was clearly intrigued even before her whispered message.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Do you know where it's coming from?"</strong></em>he replied, leaning in close to her ear.<em><strong>"We've been hired to free the Duke's possessed--"</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>"Garland, let's not get overly familiar with our new friend!"</strong>the ethereal woman snapped.<br/><br/><strong>"Phaeyn is right,"</strong>the woman in leather armour said with a nod and a splash of bear down her throat.<strong>"Why don't we take this merchant's wife upstairs for a quick inspection?  Make sure she isn't hiding anything."</strong>Her eyes grazed Syndella in a way that suggested she knew damn well she was wearing nothing under her dress, and wanted to see that nothingness for herself.  Do more than see.<br/><br/><strong>"Yer all so quick!"</strong>Tormund said, finishing off his beer and taking one of the offered ones.  The dwarf's winged helmet poked to about nipple height of his human compatriots at its zenith.<strong> "We're a marry band of fellows seeking fame and fortune on the road.  Our present task's a wee bit confidential, but we'll be in town through market day at the least, aye--as I suspect will you be, merchant's wife."</strong>He blew up at his handlebar mustache at the word 'wife.'<strong>"Why don't ye 'ave a few more drinks?  On me."</strong>He pat a heavy pouch of coins on his hip.<br/><br/>From outside came the sound of some horses being ornery, and Yvolta's wife dealing with them alongside the innkeeper and stable hands.  They had a little while yet.<br/><br/>Tormund's gaze was clearly desire, perhaps mixed with something like doubt.  Garland was now very interested in getting her someplace private, but not just for indecent reasons.  Phaeyn, as the hooded woman was called, seemed mistrustful.  Her eyes were so cold they could pierce Syndella's very soul with ice, and they felt like they were on<em>her</em>--her in the pod, the real Callie.  She had no reason to believe that was true, but it certainly felt like it.<br/><br/>Then there was the women in leather armour.  She reached her hand over and rested it on Syndella's hip, rubbing the woman's ass as she leaned in a little closer and whispered:<br/><br/><em><strong>"I wonder how much your husband charges to tie you up like one of his horses?"</strong></em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Syndella</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Callie Liddle<br/><strong>Handle:</strong> Syndella<br/><br/><strong>Pain Profile:</strong> Neutral<br/><strong>Fetish Profile:</strong><br/>- Adultery / Cheating<br/>- Monsters<br/>- The Male Gaze<br/>- Contrasts - i.e. Ugly Men on Hot Women<br/>- Lecherous old men<br/>- Seduction<br/>- Undead<br/>- Demons<br/><br/><strong>Infections:</strong> Clean<br/><strong>Soul Integrity:</strong> 100%<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> VRR Pod (+2 dice for body-jacking attempts)<br/><br/><strong>Soul:</strong> 5/5 <br/>-:Force: 2<br/>-:Defense: 1<br/>-:Sense: 3</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Body</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Mind</strong> 2/3<br/>-:Knowledge: 1<br/>-:Deception: 1<br/>-:Charm: 3<br/><br/><strong>Body</strong> 4/4<br/>-:Power: 1<br/>-:Speed: 2<br/>-:Physique: 3<br/><br/><strong>Equipment</strong>: Lowcut Dress (+2 dice for flashing boobies)<br/>Pouch of Silver<br/></div></div>