<strong><span class="bbc_u">General Setting</span></strong><br/>The sun is beginning to set and the Base Camp Gate is closing for the night soon.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jordan</span></strong><br/>His hands set down on the table still holding the chain as not to lose his place. "So you're a dancing diplomat? Interesting. Why don't you show me a dance then. Haven't been on this island too long but it's already boring."<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vall</span></strong><br/>As you wander back into the camp bloodied and carrying your loot you spot a building with a black cross on it, the camp's hospital. Making your way towards pain relief you spot a barefoot woman with a bag over one shoulder and a pair of sandals in the other. She seems rather happy till she flips off the scrying eye following her around.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Abigail</span></strong><br/>"You're more than welcome to stay at this inn, you and your friends. I'll see that you each get your own room on the house for tonight, meal as well." A subtle confidence to his voice. "If there is another eye nearby you could look at yourself, I know I will be."<br/><br/>Varrik watches as you undo your skirt and then kneels down. "Let's do this, just put your hands on my shoulders and I'll take them off." He sets his hands on your sides and slowly moves them down taking your panties as he got to them. His face less then a foot from the wetness. As they reach the floor and takes your skirt and re-ties it to hide the now exposed flesh. He takes the wet panties in one hand and runs his finger along your folds before standing up himself. Almost whispering he smiles at you. "Good girl." Tucking the moist cloth into a drawer he walks to the door and opens it, helping you to Meriele.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Meriele, Abigail</strong></span><br/>The door opens after about thirty seconds and you see the Inn owner and Abigail. Abigail being rather red and inebriated, "Doesn't seem she can hold her liquor too well." He says with a smile. "I'll have rooms set up for you two and your third friend. On the house, meal included." Once Abigail is through the doorway he calmly closes the door. One of the barmaids walking up to you and Abigail with a set of keys, two. "It seems your other friend already has a room. Here are your room keys for the night."<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sarasan</span></strong><br/>As you wander the camp you feel the sand in your toes, crisp ocean air, bright and beautiful sun. This definitely is not the city. You spend most of the day taking in the sight of the camp, familiarizing the layout and it's amenities. As the sun begins to set you spots a red head that is abnormally red walking back into camp, both her hair and most of her body is covered in blood. You saw her on the boat ride in and she has already ventured out, gotten into a skirmish, and returned with treasure of some kind. She is clearly in pain though, you spot an arrow shaft sticking out of her arm and thigh.