<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sara</div><div class="spoiler_body">Canara sat up in bed once Sara had the fire going, and watched her work. She draped the blankets over her legs, leaving her powerfully muscled upper body and huge breasts bare. "Yes, not many men have a woman as talented as you," she commented as she lounged against the head of the bed. "And women like you and me, we're in high demand. Look at all the men who've tried to claim me, and did any of them manage it? Not one."<br/><br/>She laughed and drummed her fingers on her legs as Sara worked, then beckoned her over once breakfast was ready, making sure they both had room to sprawl out and enjoy their meal. She ran her fingers through Sara's lovely brown hair, then leaned over and kissed her fiercely. "Come on, eat up," she said after finally breaking the kiss. "We've both got a lot of work to do before the feast tonight."<br/><br/>After breakfast, Canara finally hauled herself out of bed and allowed Sara to dress her in her robes and furs. She turned to look at Sara, then chuckled to herself. "I want you to run down to the chief's house and see if Tlazok is there yet. Bring him back here if he is. He should be... if he hasn't gotten himself lost again." She hummed briefly, then reached out and touched Sara's left breast. An arcane mark flared into existence on her skin, a glyph depicting a war drum and a large bone, Canara's personal mark. "With my mark on display, nobody should bother you. Have fun!"<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aryla</div><div class="spoiler_body">The dwarf - Agnes, Aryla now remembered, one of the slaves working under Kirel as a fisher - looked at Kirel with disgust, then back at Aryla, <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">considering her words</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105077)</div></div>. "Gods all damn him. He's responsible for this whole operation! But is he the one who's going to be punished? Nuh-uh. That's us." She watched Aryla's display, and licked her lips in some kind of nervous guilt. "Okay, well... we've got to do something, right?" She ran to the dresser and dug out the key, then hurried back to Aryla and used it to unlock the manacle on her wrist, her arm brushing quite firmly against Aryla's breast as she did so. "Maybe you and I can take care of this monster ourselves," she said, looking up at the beautiful ifrit hopefully. "I know Kirel has a stash of javelins in here for situations like this. What do you say?"<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lara</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shiva returned the kiss with some warmth, and gave Lara a squeeze of her ass in return. "Enticing a man isn't the problem, dear one," she said, holding up her arms so that Lara could strip her out of her nightgown. "I'm sure I could have anyone I wanted. But if I choose someone who's not strong enough, then somebody stronger will take me away from him. I only know one orc who's kind enough that I would want him, but strong enough to keep me." She giggled and kissed Lara's nose. "And you're going to be his concubine."<br/><br/>Shiva took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, clad in the undergarments Lara had chosen for her. "You always did know what looked best on me, Lara," she said, sighing in contentment. "I always feel beautiful when I'm with you."<br/><br/>The kitchens were abuzz with activity by the time Lara arrived. All hands were on deck preparing for the feast, and slaves and orc children were running around everywhere. It took Lara three attempts to find somebody who knew what to do with her basket of spices, but eventually she was directed to a preparation area where vegetables and spices were being made ready to add to the meat.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nerisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">The meat tasted similar to beef jerky, but with an odd aftertaste that reminded Nerisa of lantern oil, though not in an umpleasant way. It had been smoked over a good quality wood, possibly hickory, and had an interesting combination of spices in it. It was definitely more suited to the orc palatte than Nerisa's elven and human tastes, but it was certainly edible.<br/><br/>"Glad you like it!" said the cook. "That's camel meat, from Osirion. If it turns out popular, I might try to get a herd breeding up here.<br/><br/>"Two days ago? That worthless piece of... when he gets back, I'm having his balls on toast. The chief is gonna want to know that he's not here, too. Go tell someone at the meeting hall, would you?"<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lara and Nerisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lara was just arranging packets of spices in the preparation area when she felt someone take hold of the bow of her sash from behind. "Hey, looks like somebody sent us a present!" came the raucous voice of a young orc man. With a sharp tug, the sash came undone and fell away from Lara's chest. "And gift-wrapped, too!"<br/><br/>The voice belonged to an orc of about Lara's age, just on the cusp on manhood, dressed in a pair of thick trousers but stripped to the waist, with a basket of vegetables in one hand. He was grinning as he leant against the wall, blocking Lara's retreat from the room. "You're not going anywhere, you little breeder," he told her, licking his lips.<br/><br/>Nerisa had been directed to this room to get her meal after delivering the rabbits, and could hear the commotion as she approached.<br/></div></div>