Gero's balls still hurt. A lot. Every time one of his thighs brushed against them, he winced. He had wanted to rest before they headed out to Kilym, but it seemed fate wasn't with him today. At the very least, he hoped he could find a more...compatible person to perform his obedience with. These men were nice enough, but Gero doubted their supposed 'prowess'.<br/><br/>Gero tried to think of something else to pass the time.<br/><br/>He had always wanted a pet. Not like an intelligent pet, but a small one that he could love. He had heard of some outsiders called vescavors...they seemed nice enough. Sure, they were evil-aligned, but he could change it! Maybe...