<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow, Anahita, Thogstein, and Lauralan<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xHiflrm.png)</div>When the first casting of her spell fell off of Eleanor the woman's expression changed. "You little elf scum. How dare you use magic on me? I'm going to make sure you'll end up a slave for real now and make sure the buyer is as ugly and disgusting as I can find to match your person. And yes, I had every excuse to do as I please. In Anus there's now law except that which you make by force. Do you believe yourself the first lucky elf to be given such a ride?" She chuckled. "Now, you're going to-" Strip.<br/><br/>The second casting of spell went through, forcing Eleanor to obey as commanded. Like preparing for a bath the woman carefully removed her jacket, folded it on the ground. Undid the corset in the same pile. Then the little pencil skirt, stockings, and finally her undergarments. She left only her glasses and adventuring tag to hang from her neck. Though an older human her figure had not suffered much from passage of time. Only wrinkles were those of anger on her brows. "Bind me? You seriously think you'll get away with that? What are the rest of you staring there? This elf bitch is nothing to you. Knock her out at once and help me bind her again. She's trying to sabotage our return to the city!"<br/><br/>However, barring interference from the party, Eleanor was rather easy for Lauralan to bind under the continued re-casting of her spell. By the time the elevator arrived up Lauralan would have had plenty of time to finish her threat.<br/><br/>Up on the top of the wall stood a half circle of armed guards safe distance from the elevator. They gestured the party to stay right where they were. Repeating crossbows, spears, shields, even a couple of weaponized cats stood on one mage's shoulders. They were ready to welcome things bigger and badder than a group of returnees if need be.<br/><br/>Next to the likely captain of the squad stood a bookish elf boy with heavy tomes and a helpful fluffy owl sleeping on his his head. He coughed, trying very hard to sound formal. "Hey, welcome back! I guess, I hope. Let's hope we get by with just the formalities." He flipped a page, consulting some manual. "So, so... If all of you could please present your adventuring tags that would be a helpful start. I can verify their authenticity. Or... Wait a moment, there was something we had to do first. Yes, your names please? A-and I think I had some forms for you to fill..." He began dropping papers and pamphlets all over the floor. The strong wind caught some of them, a few of the guards saved the rest.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/96/72/b0/9672b075364f137bc484ec823e402d3d.jpg)</div>Guard captain laughed. "The kid's gonna take a while, but I trust some of you know the gist here." Her grin visited Eleanor, widening. "One of you should at least, or used to? Now tags out and let me get some names for the boyo to check. Those that pass can fuck on onwards. The rest..." Her eyes went over the harpy, moth, everyone in bondage basically. Then, over Anahita. "...and every single even slightly corrupted creep stays until I get some strong convincing not to take you in chains. Tho some of you're already trussed up nicely so that's neat."<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers. You're almost safe. Elevator comes to a stop. You have some time to discuss things before you arrived in relative calm even without an elevator bard to provide music. At the top of the wall awaits the welcome committee, a bunch of armed guards who demand your identification tags. What do you do?</strong>