The workout with Tera had certainly left a long-lasting impression on her, if the fucked silly expression was to go by, panting shakenly and unable to answer him right away other than a brief nod of her head. That seemingly insatiable lust finally quelled, but the statue's effects had been proven to work at least with a willing subject. As Tehr left Tera behind with the bit of a naughty mess created, he found Sarah smiling at him in his passing through the kitchen, and Blondie eagerly accepting the apple before having him get up on her back.<br/><br/>As he began his own journey towards the palace then the streets appeared to be mostly empty, allowing him a peaceful trail. It was when he came closer to the main road when he'd see a fair share of tents and stalls set up and about at the roadside, merchants peddling little waters and it seemed a marketday was in progress, to the ire of the merchants who owned a regular business perhaps, as their frontyard held tents with cheap trinkets, covering up part of their windows and thus their displays meant to entice customers inside.<br/><br/>The smell of roasting sausages was in the air, cheap and simple sort, but the sort which a poor man might be able to get when they might not otherwise have afforded meat. There was also the sweet smell of candy here and there, and more than a few merchants offering 'genuine trinkets from around the world' with whatever different benefits attributed to them. There was a bit of excitement in the air, and children laughing here and there. It seemed for a change that people were smiling and going about their business with some delight at this little show, despite the troubles going about earlier.<br/><br/>Reaching the palace gates, he was quickly let through the guards saluting him on his way inside. Whether or not his position was official, it seemed the palace staff had taken up treating him more respectfully now. The path indoors was mostly quiet, but as Tehr was walking a hallway towards the mage's quarters, there was a familiar voice heard on the way. Janne d'Dale.<br/><br/>It was as Tehr was passing a door that was almost shut, just a bit of a crack left open, when a faint voice of the woman could be heard, her figure seen through the crack if one were to look.<strong>"I am sure it will be risky, but think of how you will be rewarded..."</strong>Her fingers trailed over the neckline of her outfit, over the curve of her breasts, shamelessly pushing them forward. The apprentice before him seemed a bit embarrassed but intrigued, back to the wall and facing the powerful woman. "I don't know, taking anything from the arch mage could leave me kicked out..."<br/><br/>There was a sultry tone to her voice as Janne continued. "But certainly a talented young man like you could be able to do it? I could secure a place to learn amongst our family afterwards too, and given my dear brother's tastes, there's a lot of women around with loose morals... and you would get to dip your pen in every inkwell if you like.<em>Every</em>inkwell." She brought one of his hands on her breast, the young apprentice's gaze totally locked in on her bosom as he stammered. "I'll see what I can do. But I'm not convinced on honeyed words alone." He stated a little more boldly. Smirking in turn, Janne's fingers reached down and white silky knickers were being lowered down her thighs as she watched the apprentice, parting her thighs and smirking as she watched his hand sneaking its way down.<br/><br/>They hadn't noticed him, but it seemed that the two of them would be busy for a bit at least. The mage's quarters were just a little ahead, and on his arrival, Tehr found the man seated back in a large, wooden throne, his mask set on the table nearby. The man's face showed tattoos along it of sneaking vines and arcane sigils, which seemed to have a strange life of their own, moving slightly as he breathed. It was a disturbing enough sight that the use of a mask was understandable. One of the mage's eyes was white in color, a small silver stud through one of his eyebrows notable now that the mask was off, the other eye seemingly a shifting pool of colors. His head rose on hearing Tehr enter, and the man nod his head wearily while reaching for his mask. The hand seemed quite feminine, a strange blend of traits notable on the man's figure once more.<br/><br/><strong>"Master ir'Wynt. I am pleased to see you enjoy continued health. I have something for you."</strong>He moved to a nearby chest, opening its lid after tracing his fingers along a bizarre rune on its surface a certain way, causing the glow to dissipate before he even touched the latch on the chest's lid. That done, he reached inside to pull out a set of three items, placing them before him.<strong>"I called upon your presence originally at the hopes you might answer me something. It seems to me that you carry a hint of the same aura as these... objects."</strong><br/><br/>The objects he gestured to seemed to be rather well aged, but intricate. The first was a wooden box with carvings of sexual nature, of men and women copulating and playing with toys, rather shameless scene of orgy it seemed. There was a primal feel to its dark wood, and the lid was held in place with a rather unique seal that seemed like a tiny phallus pushed within a brass replica of a lady's slit, held fast in place and securing the box shut. The next object in turn appeared to be a collar of some form, with intricate symbols carved upon it, but amidst them were more artistic inscriptions, or perhaps simply lewd ones. Nude figures of men and women, set next to runic engravings and spellwords. The last of the items appeared to be a small crystal ball inside which a colorful fluid seemed to flow around, changing shapes. On just looking at it, the colors took the shapes of Tehr and a young woman he didn't recognise, screwing wildly. It was a bit weird in single colors for both of them, her blue and him red, but the figures looked remarkably accurate for a moment at least, before a gush of red could be seen within the blue spreading, and the two figures lost shape only to take up that of a green and yellow figures, both of them slender women, thighs parted and the mons pressed to one another, the two women laying on their sides seemed to enjoy brushing up against one another firmly, their lips parted in silent moans in a rather obvious manner.<br/><br/><strong>"All of these objects were recovered by a group of students unearthing some lost ruins in the mediterrean. They believe they are from the Isle of Circe. They are older, more primal than the more 'civilized' magic, and my collagues seem stumped. Still, their aura is not unique, not lost in the modern age now is it?"</strong>He looked at Tehr seriously at this.<br/><br/>"<strong>Would you study them for me, and the others? If you can uncover something about them, you would be rewarded for your findings."</strong>He made his request, giving Tehr a moment to make his decision before then shifting topics.<br/><br/><strong>"On the matter of guard Captain Lilian's health, I have found out that while there are indeed several sources to get poisons from in our land, the particular extract is only made by one old crook, only one person knows how to thicken the poison enough to make it as volatile as to attack the body right away and rush its effects like that. To have a poisonmaster like that brewing something takes coin, its beyond any commoners and to secure that man's services means having either some dirt on him that he doesn't want out, or having offered an outrageous reward. Concentrated poison is the least of his tricks. The Alchemist Grumos is a half-orc living in Londinium but he keeps to himself, because while he reportedly has been working on creating an elixir of life to extend his own existence beyond the years he has left, he has made the funds for his research by brewing several dangerous concotions that would kill a lesser man just by handling the ingredients. He's been, more or less, a necessary evil."</strong>The arch mage's disapproval of the matter was apparent in the distaste and disgust showing on his face for a moment, but he allowed himself a moment to calm down. Sighing, he scratched his neck looking at Tehr. On that note, he had no beard or stubble, and on his neck it was hard to see signs of adam's apple. Strange man.<strong>"Grumos is also one implicated by the poison, but his main loyalty is to himself. If its possible to get him to confess his part, perhaps in turn allowed to go if he points out the others, we could have a strong case against the ones behind this."</strong>He crossed his arms and looked at Tehr seriously.<strong>"The Queen's life was threatened in all of this. All those responsible shall have to pay the blood price for their treason, soon."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Some K:Arcana or Spellcraft checks would be much appreciated with the items if you want some ideas already, of course as a player you may have ideas of what they may be, but we'll see. I tried to add a bit of things to this scene last night, but ended up tripping over my own 'cleverness', so here this is today.</div></div>