Matrons bedroom suite/8:10/Micar<br/><br/>HP: 99/89<br/>AC: 20 (flat 19, touch 11)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: Superior Resistance, Hero's Feast, Voice of the Dragon.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Abduxuel liked to keep his weapon master naked on the house grounds. Outside of the bedroom he at least carried his whip but the matron enjoyed having "easy access" as he called it. Qos Jabbress Archwinter had an official consort named Ulviirryn who was far more then just a pretty face. The man was an expert magical artisan and shrewd merchant. Ulviirryn spent some time attending to the matron's lusts, but it was no secret to anyone that Micarmur'ss was Abduxuel's favorite.<br/><br/>"Oh, but i so like having you chained up..." Abduxuel playfully protested when Micar asked to be unbound to the belt. He was far more useful when mobile though and beyond his status as a sex slave he was the house weapon master and had many important duties of his own. "Yes, of course" He finally said, giving Micarmur'ss permission to unchain himself.<br/><br/>A knock at the door commanded Abduxuel's attention. Pharzaer answered and escorted a commoner female guard inside the room. The woman explained that there was a fire at one of the Archwinter storehouses.<br/><br/>"I hate fire..." Abduxuel complained. "We need to put this out before it incinerates the entire warehouse." The Matriarch knew he had the power to put the fire out as soon as he arrived, and though he was tempted to leave with just his beast he was always wary of a potential trap. He reached for his part of a pair of sending stones that connected him to his consort "Come to my chambers right away, we have a warehouse fire to quench."  Then he unshackled one of the human savages from his belt "Return to the harem for now." he commanded.<br/><br/>"Are you ready my beast?" He grinned wickedly. "A shame you don't have time to get dressed. Everyone is going to see that big ugly dick you are carrying..."<br/><br/><br/>