While Kass performed, Aria cracked a few crate and barrel lids, but only found such as fabrics, salt, nonperishable foodstuffs, disassembled furniture, and other things which seemed of no informational and marginal monetary value.<br/><br/>Once Kass's lips lifted the statue, Aria smiled and giggled as she threw the bag over it and then, again like a street-magician, whisked the bag away lightly as if the statue had 'disappeared', which in a way it had.  "That's a tasty thought itself," she replied, "Wonder if we could find some everfiling goblet with taste and texture of woman or man...."<br/><br/>In the previously noisy hallway, the howls and shrieks and moans were still going strong, accompanied by a light crashing sound, like a glass shattering, as they approached.<br/><br/>Aria reactivated her blink ring and drew a hammer before she threw open the not-so-sound-proof door. This revealed a quarters with two bookshelves and a bed to either side, and not two occupants, but four. Across the room's fifth piece of furniture, a small two-chaired table, was bent a female drow. Her ivory hail flew about wildly, flinging sweat droplets across the room. Smooth ebon skin was glad in dark short-skirted and many-pocketed robes like two of the women in the central sanctuary. These robes were rather more disheveled: the front open to expose breasts press flat to the table surface, and the skirt pulled up to expose a bare hindquarters; black panties had been pulled down to her ankles which hung a few inches above the floor.<br/><br/>At either end of her stood a satyr garbed like the two in the sparring chamber save for opened pants-fronts. They clutched the cheeks or ass cheeks of the drowess respectively, and unhesitatingly pounded one set of lips or another with girthsome organs. It was perhaps surprising how loudly the drowess was able to vocalize her wild passions despite the one filling her mouth, but vocalize she did.<br/><br/>Behind the other satyr stood a second drowess, massaging his broad shoulders with one hand, horse-whipping his goat-like flanks with the other, and snarling 'encouragement' into his ear. The fellow seemed unpained, and focused on his frontal rammings.<br/><br/>Despite all that, Aria's first thought was simply surprise that the door hadn't been locked. Perhaps they'd neglected it, or perhaps, as their vocals might suggest, privacy wasn't exactly a priority.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Im pretty sure Dwarven and Elven each have their own distinct alphabet, I remember seeing them somewhere. (This was Forgotten Realms specific, not Tolkien - I think a CRPG like Baldur's Gate or something). (Although of course when people write, say, Drow words in novels, they tend to use Roman characters.)<br/><br/>(Surprise round for us; Aria will probably either throw a hammer or step closer and nonlethal-unarmed-attack someone. In this case or in general, if Kass wants to use area effects w/o catching Aria, she can communicate it, and let Aria go first, and Aria can step further away and throw something. )<br/><br/>D = drowess, S = satyr; they're, uh, 'sharing spaces'<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/>|. . . . . . ./. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\. . . . . . .|<br/>|___ . . ___/. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\___ . _ ___|<br/>|. .|. .|. .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .|. .|. .|<br/>|___ . . ___|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|___=. .=___| <br/>|. .|. .|. .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .|. .|. .|<br/>|___ . . ___|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|___=. .=___|<br/>|. .|K .|. .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .|. .|. .|<br/>|DS. . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .=. .=. .|<br/>|<span class="bbc_u">DS</span>_|A .|___|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|___|. .|___|<br/>|. . . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .=. .=. .|<br/>|___|. .|___|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|___|. .|___|<br/>|. . . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. .=. .=. .|<br/>|___|. .|___|. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|___|_ _|___|<br/>|. . . . . .\. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ./. . . . . .|<br/>|. . . . . . .\. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ./. . . . . . .|</span>