<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sara</div><div class="spoiler_body">The manor house was abuzz with activity by the time Sara arrived. The side entrance to the kitchens had orcs and slaves streaming in and out constantly, laden with food and supplies. There was the sound of raucous voices coming from the main hall, too. Upon poking her head in the front door, Sara saw that the hall was occupied by several of Chief Mako's lieutenants and friends, gathering to drink and carouse before the actual feast. A few were drunk already, slumped over tables in the corners and unlikely to be much use at the feast itself. Others were engaged in arm-wrestling or contests of boasting about their battles or their conquests of women. A mixture of orc women and slaves were moving amongst the crowd, serving drinks and otherwise putting up with the demands of the men. Sara recognized a few of the other slaves, one of them a farmgirl who was as naked as she was, sitting on an orc's lap and enduring his drunken pawings with a long-suffering grimace.<br/><br/>Several orcs turned to regard Sara when she entered, and beckoned for her to join them with lewd remarks. One made as if to grab her by the waist as she passed him, but his friend held his wrist. "Hold up! That's Canara Clever-Tongue's mark on her tit. You really want her messing with your head?" The first orc shrank back in fear and waved Sara onwards.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aryla</div><div class="spoiler_body">Agnes seemed entirely taken in by Aryla's performance, and her gaze was captivated by every part of the ifrit's body. She planted a kiss against Aryla's generous bosom as she was embraced. "You're... welcome..." she managed to gasp once her mouth was free. She watched Aryla dress, then helped herself to some javelins. "We use them sometimes when we're fishing. I'm a pretty good shot." She squeezed Aryla's hand, then slung her javelins over her shoulder and hurried out of Kirel's door, towards the docks.<br/><br/>Ilsurian's fishing dock serviced a number of small boats that harvested fish from the lake, as distinct from its shipping dock which helped to ferry goods from the village and upstream to ports across the lake. Several boats were currently moored at the dock, with fishermen milling about anxiously. "Is Master Kirel coming to slay the monster?" asked a weathered, eldery human who was standing at the bow of one of the larger boats.<br/><br/>"No, he's too drunk to do anything," said Agnes, disgust evident on her face. "But Aryla is going to help us. We don't need the masters to solve our problems!" she proclaimed proudly. "Aden, can you take us out to where the barracuda attacked?"<br/><br/>"Right away, Agnes," said the old fisherman, Aden. Once Aryla and Agnes were on the boat, he cast off from the dock and manned the sails, and before long the boat was deep into Lake Syrantula. The fisherman dropped a net into the water, then waited.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, a large dark shape cut through the water towards the net and the fish it had trapped. "There he is," said Aden. "He's been attacking our nets and taking the fish we want to catch. And if one of us should happen to slip into the water, it'd be the end of him. Give him all you've got, lasses!"<br/><br/>Agnes wasted no time in bracing herself against the rail and hurling her javelins at the oversized fish lurking just beneath the surface. "We can do it, Aryla!" she urged.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rather than enter initiative, Aryla can spend three rounds throwing javelins at the Large Barracuda, which has AC 14. We'll assume all attacks are at an effective range of 50'.<br/></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lara and Nerisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">The young orc smirked as Lara tried to cover her breasts with her arm, then stared incredulously when she denied him. "You're saying no to me? <em>Me?</em> Do you know who my father is? I can do whatever I want, and no little slave is going to stop me!" He paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't give a fuck what Thrandal Brax wants, either!"<br/><br/>He stopped and turned to listen to Nerisa, and both women could see the wheels turning in his head for several seconds. Finally he snarled and shoved the basket at Nerisa. "Fine, whatever. You sluts get back to work! I don't see why Thrandal Brax would bother with a skinny little bitch like you anyway." He stormed out of the preparation area, snapping at other slaves as he passed out of earshot.<br/><br/>A minute later, Auscor wandered into the room. "Everything okay in here?" he asked. "I thought I heard one of the kids making a fuss." He was carrying a small cask under one arm, which he set down on a table. "So you two aren't on serving duty, right? Well, before you get back to whatever it is you do, take this cask to the main hall. They're having some drinks before the feast. Fuck, if they're too drunk to enjoy the feast, that's more food for everyone else."<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sara, Lara and Nerisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">The crowd in the main hall milled around as Sara asked her question of Chief Mako, just as Lara and Nerisa arrived through a side door. "Tlazok? Haven't seen him since he left," said the chief. "If he's gotten himself lost or eaten by some monster, that's his problem, not mine." He scratched at his gray-haired scalp for a moment, then swore. "No, it is my problem. Tlazok's an idiot, but he's a good hunter and a good fighter. We can't afford to lose men like him. Tell your mistress to organise a search party to go find him.<br/><br/>"Oh, and one more thing..." Mako reached out and seized Sara's marked breast in one hand, and gave it a rough squeeze, without breaking eye contact with her. "Tell your mistress to remember who's in charge here. Her magic might scare my men, but it doesn't scare me."<br/></div></div>