<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The piratess nodded, and they made their way quietly out of the creature's chamber and back into the great hall. Like theives tip-toe'ing into the night, they carried away the loot in both arms and down the stairs.<br/><br/>Dexter and Dirae travelled the sunken road back to the mage's descended tower, passing along schools of fish and other aquatic life. Thankfully they didn't seem to have gone too deep, for the greatest dangers of the ocean lay and its' darkest depths.<br/><br/>Although this creature posed an entirely different threat altogether. Based on his last experience and the sound of the moans last time... were the archivist to visit the ethereal plane at this moment, he'd likely find himself among a veritable horde of undead.<br/><br/>Thankfully they did not seem to notice him in his current state.<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Xeola stared at him as he cleaned her up, expectantly awaiting... something, as if he was about to instruct her upon some topic. When he let his back rest upon the bed, she licked her lips uncertainly and rested her head on his chest, her soft yet firm breasts upon his side as she wrapped an arm around him. Always she was careful not to even touch his wounds, and the girl began to murmur again. She was quite talkative, even though he couldn't understand her. Apparently she was content to lay here with him for as long as he was, though.