"Mmmm, I think I could help you<em>fill </em>the time, my little friend--you'll find the west is bountiful and<em>flowing </em>with opportunities," he says, making very obvious eye contact with your bosom.<br/><br/>Road Wardens come down the road later that day, and after a brief conversation with the caravan master, take away one of the poorer-looking men for 'questioning.'  The caravan master grimmaces, but after they pass, breaths a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Could be worse," he says, "if they'd blamed me..."  He makes a slicing motion at the base of his neck.  "We gotta keep going.  The Iron Rose is about to hit the countryside, hard and fast.  Any country slut who's probably lain with a satyr or looked summat queer in the eye at a festival's like to be rounded up for questioning.  Most will be let go, but who's to say what'll be done with those who aren't."  He shudders a bit.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Night comes, and the fires roar.  Nadia managed to appease the caravan master, but he's mostly interested in her body--her words largely pass by him as he indulges in self aggrandizement.  When it comes time to rest he's very raunchy and Nadia gets the feeling it's time to 'lie down and deliver.'  He lustily eyes her tight outfit and thumbs his cock through his trousers.<br/><br/>Nadia and the caravan master are a bit further from the camp fire than the rest, but the other travelers could probably tell.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Play yourself off as tired: Manipulation + Etiquette dif 8<br/>Fuck him: Stamina + Charisma dif 6</strong>