The bard smiled and turned to the side, silently counting down for the time when his caste mark would fade.  "Feel free to look through my chests and see if anything fits you."  Bradeton called out, gently stroking his cock.  "You don't happen to be a virgin... do you?"  He asked. his entire body shaking as he grinned, drunk on power.  "All I want is for you to get that letter to the slavers, to ensure our successful interception.  Inform the captain that the ships will be expecting us to flank them on our way out."  Elsewhere said, gently resting himself on his bed, facing away from his cabin boy.<br/><br/>"Poetry is the greatest force in this world, make not mistake."  Bradeton mumbled, idly picking out a sharpened chicken bone from beside his bed and scratching words into a clay tablet nearby.  "It'll be our salvation one day.  Mark my words."  He kept on mumbling, pushing his palm into the tablet to clear it while he thought of the next way to arrange his words.