Daybreak found Silas lying nude in the grass, at the threshold of a copse of trees within sight of the trading post. Of course he wasn't alone; to his right was the sorceress Oriana, and to his left was the redhead Marisa. Tsoni was off... Somewhere, but when Silas awoke she was nowhere in sight (which a part of Silas found grateful, after that 'thing' the sable-eared rapscallion did once everyone was asleep.) Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Silas stretched his arms over his head as he arched his back, working out the worst of the kinks from last night's pleasures before stiffly rising. With a yawn, Silas began the search for his hastily discarded clothes to put them on.<br/><br/>Last night... Damn, that was a series of firsts right from the get-go, the least of which was having a go at the tiny witch hours after Silas met her. After<em>Sir</em>Silas met her; that was the big one. If Mayor Bingley was being truthful than Silas was a noble now; a right proper blueblood, although he'll probably feel like one later, after he gets some land and a house to call his own.<br/><br/>There certainly wasn't anything noble about what he did to the two women still resting in the grass, particularly the things he inflicted on the tender Sorceress,<em><strong>those rope burns are going to be preeeetty obviously to anyone looking</strong></em>. What transpired last night however had an odd effect on the Rogue; he felt satiated. His crotch was tender, his thighs were sore and his body was covered in marks from teeth and nails, but those two girls managed the impossible; they scratched Silas's itch in such a way that he didn't know when it'd come back. Kneeling between the two still-prone forms, Silas shook them awake with a hand on each shoulder before helping them up for the return trip to the Outpost.<br/><br/>Once he was back at the Trading Post, Silas got to looking through the variety of goods Lawrence (who seemed just as perky as the Rogue) brought out for their perusal. His browsing was interrupted however by the other resident Half-Elf, "<strong>Hey Lydia, you sure are looking radia- Mmph!</strong>" Was all he could utter as the woman pulled him down and got to work. Being the manwhore he was, Silas was more than willing to indulge in the kiss before she pulled him away, "<strong>If it gets me more of that, it MAY be worth it</strong>" Silas replied teasingly with a pleasant smile before returning to browse.<br/><br/>If any of the party was nearby the Rogue, he'd comment about how, "<strong>it may be a good idea to check up on this Bokken fellow. We still have a few tinctures left, but I'd rather not run out when one of us</strong>" he nodded and thumbed towards Adelise, "<strong>gets shanked. 'Sides, between grim-faced outpost owners and tribal warriors, a cooky old hermit might be a pleasant change of pace.</strong>"