"Oh, he knew me pretty well" - Machado confirmed. - "He had been my own master - of - arms in the past. Obviously, he had sought some more peaceful job."<br/>He poured some wine on the floor, whispering a short sentence - a prayer for his teacher's soul. Then he drank off the goblet at once.<br/>"For Kurrad, may his soul rest in peace in the Fields of the dead and may we meet him there , but not anytime soon!"<br/>Even the slaves got a goblet of wine to drink for Kurrad. Then Machado ordered them to make sex with each other.<br/>"We are in the mood for a show. Go ahead and give us a sight to watch!", was about all the explanation he provided them. No more was required anyway. They started licking and fucking each other, showing what kind of skill can be achieved through lot of experience. They even showed some enthusiasm, perhaps hoping for another cup of wine.<br/>Machado just didn't pay attention to these tamed individuals. If humans were wolves, these two would have been puppies. He wasn't interested in puppies - in either of his forms... except for food. But of course, he'd have had a hard time explaining this to the other two.<br/><br/>Anyway, what mattered to him was that the groans should be authentic, in case anyone was listening. Well, they were as authentic as whores can produce... With that settled, he headed back to the bed.<br/><br/>"Seems we are going to share a bed tonight. Or, if anyone objects to this idea... just tell the slaves to go screw themselves on the floor, and use the other bed. Of course, there will be two people on one bed, even in that case, but it's your choice... Well, if that bothers you too much, I might sleep on a chair. They look comfortable enough, if necessary... Just ask me before I get asleep, or you might found waking me more of a hassle."<br/><br/>He looked sad. Kurrad has been a teacher<strong>and</strong>a friend. He'd have howled at the moon, if he was in his wolf form. Now, a libation was all that he could do to show his sadness, because it was the human way. The sounds of the screwing couple of slaves couldn't distract him as they might have in another time. If he was the least bit interested in them, it might have been another matter. As it was, he could very well use the same sounds as a sleeping song.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3pt;">Roll Result: ThufirHawat rolled: 1d100<br/>First Target Number: -75<br/>Comment: Will Power check, they can't distract him indeed.<br/>Result: 1 <br/>Critical Success</span>