<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ljYAgW2.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Vergil1989 rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Soul<br/>Result: 1, 2, 2. Guess that silver tongue fails me for once.  Damn.</div></div><br/><strong>"I wouldn't rush it either."</strong>Zerxel replied and gave her companion a brief but heartfelt smile as they finished getting dry before starting on their clothing.  While the rogue spent a little more time than was probably smart watching the spearwoman get herself put together, Zerxel couldn't help but admire the way her scale mail complimented her friend quite nicely.  The way it hugged her muscular if short frame, the way the armored top pushed her breasts up a bit.  She could go on, but the truth of the matter was that she wasn't sure who had the better outfit in terms of fashion sense, let alone whatever magical enchantments they had on their respective outfits.  Still, she nodded and suppressed a little moan as Zerxel got her g-string lodged back into place between her dark nether lips, enjoying the feel of the soft, silky fabric as it teased at her still slightly sensitive folds.  She did feel pretty good and truly sexy, after the fun times she had experienced and shared alike, and as she slid her breasts back into their cups, she couldn't help but grin over towards Bo as a little shiver went down her spine from her pierced nipples settling into her armor once more.<br/><br/>Upon bidding their goodbyes to Jack, Zerxel was about to head out when another of their bunkmates found her way inside.  While she wasn't her favorite person in the world, Zerxel had no dislike for the monk either as Ruta asked about another of their shared bunkmates.  But like Bo, Zerxel had not seen Lisa, and despite having no real desire for Ruta beyond mere friends, and not very good ones at that more because they just hadn't clicked for some reason, Zerxel still put a hand on the girl's shoulder.<strong>"If she's half as resourceful as you, I'm sure Lisa's fine.  If we find her though, we'll send her here.  And yes, this place is indeed safe, but-"</strong>Zerxel stopped cold then, as a thought occurred to her.  Sharing a meaningful look with Bo she hoped she'd understand, Zerxel changed gears,<strong>"but Jack, the owner of this place, is the only one really worth talking to if you want to stay.  Everyone else is trapped in a time before the Dungeon, and they don't understand that they're nothing but ghosts from a by gone age.  Big Jack's a nice guy, but he'll likely proposition you for sex in exchange for room and board.  It's worth it though, trust us."</strong><br/><br/>While she had no particular dislike for the monk, Zerxel hadn't felt the need to inform her about the time difference either, especially since it left them more time to explore with one less person to worry about.  Besides, she hadn't lied, she just hadn't told the truth of the place either, and while she still felt a little guilty about her deed, Zerxel wasted no time in leaving the tavern with Bo in tow.  Only once they were outside did she turn towards the warehouse, curiosity getting the better of her since as far as she knew, spiderlings weren't hostile unless provoked first.  But first she'd check for the key, and hope someone else hadn't already found it.  While she did that though, she'd give Bo a slightly guilty look, no doubt having figured out her little lie of omission.<strong>"I like Ruta, and I do intend to search for Lisa for her, but I hope you can understand why I didn't tell her about the time difference.  Besides, as you said yourself, we'll likely avoid the danger in numbers problem if it's just us, and with as much time as we've lost, I'd rather not have more competition than necessary."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm definitely after the key, but let's check out the warehouse first and foremost.</div></div>