<em>During the fornicating in the cargo wagon, making best use of their accommodations Vin was at the mercy of Aten thanks to the brands magic and how it manages to hold her fast despite her thoughts and body not wishing to indulge the horny cleric of the sun. Because of how public the area was the two had to be more quiet lest they draw the attention of the dwarven mercenaries whom here task with protecting the cargo. As were they as well. Fucking the newly rescued whore was of course not on their perks or their payment. And there was the matter of the merchant prince whom owned the caravan they were riding in. Who knows what could happen if they were found out....<br/><br/>Within the luxurious carriage at the center of the caravan the wizard and his slave priest soon returned.</em><strong>"So what happened by chance?"</strong><em>There was some yelling so was there an issue with Aron's slave? The deception they still had between them was still quite strong.</em><strong>"I trust the bandits didn't give too much trouble by chance?"</strong><em>He asked with concern. His eyes looked over the dark elf slave whom was being willful from the look of her and her outrage. Still despite the death glare she had all it did was make the noble take more attention to her lovely figure made bare and prominent by the chains around her revealing robes and binding her fast.</em><strong>"Ahhhh so she was a touch traitorous I trust. Do well with your punishment my friend."</strong><br/><br/><em>Soon enough there was a jarring motion as the horses were urged onwards. The caravan was on the move once more and for the heroes and their squalid affairs and misadventures, that was a tale for another book. The time was spent with lust, discovery and libido for a few hours. However they had to make camp once the moon was high in the sky. The midnight blue skies were starless with heavy clouds and the moon was heavy in the heavens overlooking the merchants road. Several bonfires were hitched up for the guards to keep warm whilst the scouting party was either stuck in the back with bedrolls and cloak or were in the warm comforts of the carriage enjoying a late dinner.</em>