<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Give Me That Which I Desire</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yes!  Basically the idea is that you are asking the player of the character (in this case, the GM!) not the character themselves.  So even if the character doesn't know or would hold it back, you get the answer.  I like the idea that it comes from their lips if you directly ask them outloud!</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/15/44/cc/1544ccc6875920dc682610a2b165b8e8.jpg)</div>With the Delvers all about her, some would seem to be surrounded or in danger.  Not so for the bandit princess.  Here she holds herself as though she is holding court in a grand palace, the busted wood at her back not quite up to her standards.  She turns to Nuria, purple lips pulling into an amused grin and she nods once, "Precisely on both.  No truth without payment and I may be paid in this way or I am not Ticia Savashi."  Then her eyes lock with Nuria's and her lips part slightly her cheeks flushing deeply with red, her breathing picking up for a moment before she nearly gasps out, "I would be Queen of these lands, I would be Power.  I would hold all of Jacca and return it to it's glory."  Her tongue touches her lips and she begins to lean forward for the kiss, a wide delighted grin coming to her face as well.<br/><br/>Ticia Savashi leans forward slowly towards Nuria, placing a hand with long lacquered nails lightly against her breast.  The scent of her perfume is intoxicating, then... Red hand on her shoulder and Nuria is pulled back by Phelypsis.  The bandit princess gives a scowl at this and snarls out, "What mockery is this, demon?  You play games with me?  Know this, demon, you will be punished for this."  Her knuckles whiten as she squeezes her hand around the knife.  From the doorway, her guards stir, one stepping to block the space as another begins into the room.  A blood-thirsty grin comes to the face of Ticia Savashi and then she is stopped by Yula stepping in and speaking calmly.<br/><br/>Her lips twitch in anger, trying to hold things together.  She turns to Yula and says softer again, "This mockery can not stand.  Your demon pet must be punished.  I will expect you to ensure this happens.  But we will speak of that after the kiss."  Her purple lips curve back into a smile as she puts down her knife, glaring between the gathered Delvers, most especially at Phelypsis and Eisa.  She steps back flustered for a moment at the will-o-wisp and shakes her head, hand moving quickly to grab at her knife again, only to get her vision back and see Phelypsis's tits pulled free from their clothing.  Her thin eyebrows raise in surprise and suddenly Yula is upon her.<br/><br/>Ticia Savashi's lips are sweet and soft, a soft purr seeming to come from her from the moment the fox is in her arms.  Although Yula described it as just a kiss, it's clearly more than that to the kitsune.  A sort of spark is felt in her mouth, a crackling feeling then the taste of coin fills her senses.  For a second, Ticia Savashi's eyes open with rage, but she does not break the kiss, instead closing them and returning to it.  Her tongue pushes into Yula's mouth and one of her hands moves to the top of her dress, pushing fingers into the neckline and freeing one of her tits, squeezing lightly upon it as her other hand runs up the fox's leg.  The Jacca's hand moves up beneath the ruffles of Yula's dress touching and teasingly lightly against her pussy before abruptly breaking off the kiss and staring angrily at her.  "It is done.  You bitch," she snarls out before standing up.<br/><br/>"You speak of wanting tales of the rogue and villains and of this book," she intones before taking a deep swig of her drink and slamming it down hard enough that it shatters on the table.  Her eyes peer between Yula and Sydney for this, the two who mentioned these aspects, "So it is my believe that you are here for the book that has come, all black in leather with red pages, yes?"  Although an incomplete description, this does sound like the book.  Ticia Savashi continues, "The Feruk, headman of the Feruk Clan, has this book now and the man who brought it.  He would bring it to The Savashi, my father, who would trade this for Jacca's Ridge.  This place is mine and upon the death of my father, I would have it in full unless he trades it away."  She scowls deeply at this and finishes, "The Feruk goes through the chasms to the north to The Savashi wartents.  You may catch him before he is through."<br/><br/>With that, she turns to storm away from the table, glaring angrily at the Delvers.  One of her guards starts after her while the other watches the Delvers, ensuring they don't attempt an attack from behind.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the chasms, a young man runs into The Feruk camp, panting and gasping.  He is handed a bit of wet cloth, which he squeezes into his mouth, swallowing it down quickly.  A guard, Deris Feruk, claps the youth on the arm and growls out in the language of the sandhills, "What have you heard?  Out with it."<br/><br/>The youth hesitates for a moment, then a coin is pressed into his hand.  He nods and gives a bow saying calmly, "There is a water witch with them.  I recognized her clothing.  She could fill this basin with green."<br/><br/>Deris Feruk, son of The Feruk and respected witch-hunter of the sandhills nods thoughtfully and responds, "Good.  We will have her.  Deris Feruk will rise and The Savashi will be made to pay.  The others we will sell, but we will keep her."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>