"Oh, oh yes. Sorceress. Bandits. Terrible, most terrible. What, here? In front of everyone? Well, if you insist. Sorry, a bit distracted right now." Apologised Rake, trying to navigate the mass of bodies currently piled on top/around him.<br/><br/>"Good point Krusmid. Mithril is a very expensive metal. No doubt we should be well COMP- ouch! Mind the claws girls!" He yelped as they stripped away his pants. He groped the kittygirl's rear end, questing fingers finding their way up her skirt and beneath her panties. The man stroked the girl's flower gingerly with his fingers, letting his thumb rub gently against her rear entrance.<br/><br/>"Wait, other villages? How many other villages are influenced by this malady?" Oh dear, this could be a lot of bandits to burn.