After escaping the horror of the jealous cat whore and getting those toys out of me, I go scampering over to Gared bawling and sobbing and rubbing my sore ass into his side for comfort and reassurance that he won't leave me be for that harlot ever again! After being satisfied that he will protect me, we head on out to see the wizard.<br/><br/>Looking over the old old man, wondering why he isn't dead yet, and about ready to bring that up, before remember that humans are sensitive about their age. Huffing out some more as I walk in with the others and taking a look around the room. Spying the books and giving them a evil evil look, scampering over to them in my skimpy dress and sniffing them out for anything interesting/erotic.