She doesn't seem quite finished, when he climaxes, instead masturbating for a few moments, her fingers expertly teasing her clit, pushing herself to one last climax, before finally relaxing, slumping down to the bed, and grabbing a pillow to curl up with. He can hear and feel her purring loudly, as she snuggles both back against him, and into the feathery softness of the pillow on the bed, lazily turning her head to meet his lips. "You have no idea," she says, sighing quite contently. "And the details? Mostly boring. Two days learning who had the right information, four days spent getting in to see him, and one to successfully weasel it out of him. But, here's your answer; the name of the man who crafted your bomb, and where he was last seen. Should still be there, too." She holds out a little slip of paper, which she had somehow concealed on herself, despite being completely nude, and hands it to him.<br/><br/>The man appears to be a rather young sorcerer, who rose to power quite quickly, and, after retiring from adventuring, took up residence on the Plane of Fire, not far from the City of Brass, where he crafts custom items to order.