[The Herald's Arms] A Lesson In Love (Matthew & Razkar)

by **Matthew** on July 18th, 2013, 6:14 am

Matthew was almost too busy frozen by the looks and smiles that Razkar was shooting him to notice the loud pop, but it was just enough to jolt him, his body shuddering out of his intimidated stupor. He spun his head, surprised gaze staring for the source of the sound, and shockingly landing on Edreina and her sassily swaying backside. He blinked a few times and glanced to the man, then back to her, making the connection. He winced a bit, hoping the man had done something to deserve it, but realizing that the Herald would probably bake up its employee. She wasn't the type to just randomly pop some guy because he looked at her wrong. He knew that just from just having seen her work and hearing word of her around the Herald. She had a good reputation. He turned back to Razkar, unaware of the lingering tension in the air or the effective looks that Razkar was throwing around to dispell it.

Skill with Steel versus Skill with Words. He narrowed his eyes, flickering a judgemental stare over the warrior, analyzing him to see if the second was a skill the man could actually ever have. Matthew believed it possible, as any one could usually learn any skill with the right amount of work. The fact that Razkar held some sort of respect for the power of words was definitely a huge step in the right direction.

There was also a step backwards in the fact that Razkar seemed to be straining very hard to come to these conclusions. Or perhaps he was just searching for the right words. Giving the benefit of the doubt, Matthew went with the second one.

He followed Razkar's gaze to the approaching woman, narrowing his eyes again, a common habit when thoughts started to churn. Finally some pieces of the puzzle clicked, and his eyes shot back and forth between the two, realization blossoming in his brain. So the man liked the red-head, and perhaps that was why he was being so possessive. A few of the glowering looks earlier made sense, though Matthew didn't quite realize that some of the things he had done had been what spawned the glares. He just assumed it was because he was a male, and standing near the prize of another male. While it sounded primal and petty, deep down inside, a lot of them followed more savage instincts. Razkar was probably closer to those than the rest of him, and Matthew was deeply greatful he hadn't gone with those base instincts. They had probably called for the Myrian to lop Matthew's pretty head clean off.

The Myrian spoke quicker, and Matthew raised an eyebrow at the last part of the sentence, noting that Razkar had found his mistake as well. Seeing that Edreina was quickly approaching and Razkar had asked a rather loaded question, his mind worked and his motions blurred. He reached into his pocket so quickly that the Myrian might very well react, but then pulled forth a slip of paper, handing it over to Razkar. As Edreina came within range, he smoothly turned, his face lacking much emotion as he offered her a copy of the same card. "Good timing. Didn't miss a thing. I was just giving Razkar my card, and was hoping you would take one as well. Feel free to stop by at any time, and also feel free to inquire about anything not listed on the card. This is a little side business of mine."

Secret :

A harlot with a personal advertisement, how cute.

Simple directions to his home flat were also included on the very bottom of the card, a clear hint to Razkar at where he needed to go to get the information he required. Matthew leaned back, once again turning into the picture-perfect example of seductive ease, his body open to the admiring and looking quite casual while he did it. His blue eyes met Edreina's, and he offered her a slow and teasing smile, demeanor once again shifting. His gaze was wide and innocent, and it was hard to tell if there was something to be suspicious about, or if he was just relaxing into his role once more. Both, really. He was trying to sell a service here, and even if it wasn't to either of them, some potential customers might see. While his swaying hips couldn't quite do it yet, he had other assets that could. Little did he know that these assets were exactly what had Razkar bristling and foaming every other chime.

by **Edreina** on July 18th, 2013, 6:56 am

Edreina took the simple little card and scanned it with a small smile. It was no secret that most Svefra could not read, nor write, nor perform any math but the most basic. The Whitewaves were, however, a bit different. Governing the Anchorage Flotilla, they were centers of commerce from across the Suvan and thereby had to be adept at not only reading and writing ledgers, but making sure that their numbers matched up at the end of the day. And while Edreina herself had not devoted much time to math, reading was something she had quickly excelled at, devouring any piece of literature she could get her hands on. As she grew into adulthood, however, she quickly found joy out of the pages of books and nearly disregarded the practice all together.

But now, it came in handy once more, she was able to read the card with only a couple of obvious mistakes and then a pair of words she was not entirely sure she was reading quite right. "And you get paid to do all of this." It was a surprised comment more than a question, spoken as she slid the card into her bosom. She had originally thought that this was just another form of what a dozen girls were currently engaging in up stairs. But, apparently, there was much more to this escort business than she had imagined. Many parts of it were, actually, quite interesting to her. Could she really be paid just to be someone's friend? That sure sounded a hell of a lot easier than strutting about here night after night.

But, the whole acting like whoever they wanted you to be part? Not really sure she could pull that bit off. "How on earth do you manage becoming an entirely different person? I mean, I simply can't fathom it. Do you focus on a single emotion and build from there, or do you create a script for each sort of behavior?"It was at this point that the redhead began to show that she was more than just a pretty face. Her unending curiosity had allowed her to learn a great many things, and bolstered her need to learn more. The concept of acting was familiar to her, and she knew basically how one would undertake such a task, but the nuances were beyond her reach. How would one know to say this when asked that, or to wink or growl or laugh when they heard that? Acting, it seemed, was the practice of completely reforming yourself. But, how did you know which persona to return to at the end of the day if you can easily slip from one to another?

As her mind was preoccupied, her body began to settle into a pattern of habits associated with deep thoughts. Her lower lip was caught by her teeth, only to slip away, glistening as it was moistened, before being captured once more. Her blue eyed danced about, chasing each thought that managed to flit through her mind. Long, delicate fingers tapped out an irregular tattoo upon her upper thigh as fast-paced Fratavan words mentally expressed and attempted to solve each quandary.

The more she thought on it, the more bothersome it became until finally she pried the rotten thoughts from her brain like an embedded splinter.

Shaking her head once, waved tongues of flame dancing as she did so, Edreina returned to the moment. Either she was a greater lightweight than she remembered, or she was just being extra-inattentive today. To keep her thoughts in the moment once more, the Svefra leaned across Raz and retrieved the nibbled loaf she had set aside earlier, completely oblivious to the wave of energy that seemed to dance between the two whenever they were near one another. After one bite of bread, she abruptly realized that Navis had not been seen for some time now. Hopefully he hasn't found his way upstairs again. Retrieving him from that pit of sweat and noise had been far from pleasant for the redhead.

"Anything interesting happen today, Raz?" She turned to the Myrian, popping a small piece of bread between her lips after the question. His life differed from hers so vastly that anything normal to him was fascinating to her. Either way, she hoped to be regaled with a tale of a day in the life of a hired strong-arm.

by **Razkar** on July 21st, 2013, 1:49 am

"Ques... Ques-tun... ubble..." The Myrian frowned deeper at the smooth piece of paper, as if he could intimidate some wisdom from it. "... things?"

What in the petch does that mean?

Before he could voice that question, however, a shadow flitted over them and Edreina returned, mugs freshened and face piqued in curiosity. Razkar felt some insane urge to hide the card like some dirty picture but, as was his nature, Matthew smoothly started talking and saved him from stammering an explanation.

Bastard...

Razkar stewed silently, almost not hearing Edreina's question when it was asked. Something about Matthew... it set him off. It wasn't the smoothness of him; oddly enough he had met males of his own race with that seductive quality to them, and plenty of females. His intensity and looks were one thing, but... something else...

The intellect driving it, he decided as he warily sipped from his tankard, watching those full lips churn out words, that's the concern. You never know if it's real passion, or just an act. The man sells his cock for a living: how can you trust anything he says?

And yet, he had his card, didn't he? He wanted his advice, was even willing to pay for it. So why would he put his hard-earned mizas in the hands of a man whom he didn't trust just so he could-

"Anything interesting happen today... Raz?"

He was aware of the sudden silence, which ironically alerted him more than any question or noise. The Myrian blinked and came back to the conversation with a confused "hmm?", mind racing to piece together what had just happened, the two humans watching him carefully-

"Oh... ah... not much." Razkar's eyes flickered to Matthew for a moment, then back to Edreina, serious and intent. Perhaps telling her that such things were not to be discussed openly. He flexed his shoulder and felt the lingering twinge of pain in them, a hangover from a fight he'd had a few days before. Well, one of two. "Still try to keep out of fight. Fight Akalak in cage, then knight..." He shook his head like a grocer complaining of produce prices, even as the humans' eyes widened. "Go to hard, make trouble for me. So, just... train. Explore. Is big city, but... strange. So much is under roof. Like one big house..."

Razkar shook his head, strange image dispelled and he rose, deciding that he was tired of his awkwardness. To his surprise, the human rose with him, predictably taller than the Myrian, but there was no challenge or sizing up, and Razkar realized he was actually being polite.

"I will be outside, taking air," Razkar said, and after that his words came faster but less smoothly, "And ah, have some of my pipe... though that is not air, but you see what I mean, hmm? Edri, I will walk home with you if that is fine, but-"

But. He just had to say it, and now he'd committed himself. Feeling like an ant under the sun his toes squirmed gently, an old habit he did when he was in a situation that simple, honest violence couldn't solve. He swallowed and plowed on.

Too late, now.

"... if you have other plan, I go alone, and, ah..." He turned to Matthew and patted his purse with a nod, card safely inside. "I will see you another sun... for, ah... yes, fighting lessons. Thank you for ale, Mistress Edreina." He gave a small, polite nod to the human. "Matthew."

The second he'd turned around, walking to his harness and cloak, Razkar's mouth contorted into a silently screaming "fuck"! Oh, that was wonderful. Just fantastic, worthy of... petching Matthew himself. The Myrian put his harness back on, weight of weapons feeling so much better, as much as the cloak of tanned scalps all sewn together...

This is what you are, after all. Not a talker; not a lover. You kill things. You fight wars and you kill people. Stick to that.

But he hadn't thrown away the card, and it stayed in his purse, too...

by **Matthew** on July 22nd, 2013, 10:38 pm

He nodded at Edreina, trying his best to explain what he could. "Something like that. On the seduction level, it is only a matter of finding what your partner likes in a primal and sensual sense. Sex, when it is broken down, is a very animalistic and simple thing. The emotions and things leading up to it are just as simple and primal, though people like to complicate them as much as possible. So, in order to 'change' as you put it, I only need to look to one of several pre-designed roles. Do I want to be a dominant force that takes my prize and truly claims ownership over it? Do I want to be a more submissive force, who is horribly scared of my mistress but still unable to crave her touch? Perhaps I am deeply in love, and merely want to become one with my soul mate." He shrugged his shoulders, apparently having no issue with proclaiming love as a simple sort of thing. "But, really, I combine the two. I study the behavor, and practice associated emotions. It is all fairly scripted, with some imagination thrown in for the spur of the moment." The way he talked about it, they might notice that he never once spoke of his own personal pleasure. He did find pleasure in it, merely because the male body was designed to find pleasure in it. Love, want, intimacy, need...? None of that was ever associated, at least not on a level he noticed.

As she settled into thought, he cast a sidelong glance at Razkar, wanting to educate him on the spot. Even when she absentmindedly bit her lip or touched her thigh, all of those were things that could be capitalized on. There was a certain level of sexuality about both things, even when it wasn't at all intended. It was just a simple fact of life, and one that could be manipulated. He let his gaze dance away though, knowing there was no way to show the man without looking like he was attempting to seduce Edreina right in front of his face. Matthew doubted that would go well.

Leaning back, he found himself content to watch both the girl and the man interact with each other. It was a good study for a lesson he was sure he would find himself giving later. Razkar was practically cute in the way he interacted with the fire-head, making Matthew actually instinctively associate the man with his title for the first time. Savage. He was all stuttering words and awkward movements, and if Matthew was to believe it, there was actually a blush hidden somewhere among all those tattoos and dirt. Raising an eyebrow as Razkar fumbled his way through a very simple conversation with the fire-head, he almost winced at a few spots. Now he was already doubting himself and this whole lesson thing. Was that actually something he could teach? To be perfectly honest, he wasn't so sure if he knew or not.

Finally, Razkar was done, and Matthew was more than happy to stand up and escort him to the door. That whole exchange had been painful. A silent nod and smile was all that he gave the barbarian, understanding that they had a mutual link between them that could be explored later. He returned to Edreina after, offering her a hand to help her up. "I need to go clean up the room for the next customer. You hurry up and close out your shift so he isn't waiting outside too long. He is bad for business." Once again, another almost-joke, but this time quite serious. With a small nod and another polite smile, Matthew was gone, heading up to the second floor.

by **Edreina** on July 26th, 2013, 12:41 am

"I will be outside, taking air... And ah, have some of my pipe... though that is not air, but you see what I mean, hmm? Edri, I will walk home with you if that is fine, but... if you have other plan, I go alone, and, ah... I will see you another sun... for, ah... yes, fighting lessons. Thank you for ale, Mistress Edreina. Matthew."

His speech was almost... drunk. That was the best way that Edreina could describe it. So many pauses and tangents. She had seen her friend consume more copious amounts of alcohol than this. It was... very nearly hilarious to see him bumbling about in such a way. Hopefully he wouldn't need help getting home. She was as likely to be impaled by him than keep him from tumbling over. Her train of thought was interrupted as Matthew offered her a hand, which she took without hesitating. As he made his leave, she nodded and returned his smile, heading towards the door as he made his way upstairs.

Outside, Edreina found Razkar in a cloud of smoke that made her blue eyes water lightly. Swatting it away she paused in the corridor. It was a touch cooler out of the Arms, so Edreina enjoyed it for a moment, knowing they yet had a walk before returning to the 'grotto. The gentle sheen of sweat upon her brow gave her an odd, glowing quality in the torchlight, as if her hair was not the only thing ablaze. Her hands fell upon her hips, long fingers tapping out a staccato on the exposed tops of her hips as she stood, turning finally to face Razkar. "Ready to go?" Her voice was quiet, as if afraid of disturbing the still of the corridor. In the flickering torchlight, her azure gaze seemed to dance with mystery and mischief.

by **Razkar** on July 26th, 2013, 11:40 am

Chimes dragged to hours, at least to the the smoke-shrouded Myrian on the other side of the street. He looked up from is place at the wall, watching the half-dozen windows dotting the front of the Herald's Arms. Shadows moved beyond the glass, smoky and indistinct; sounds wafted out into the street, such as it was, and Razkar's mind wandered...

The chink of glass on glass. Laughter. Sometimes raised laughter, shouts for orders and attention. Even moans from the upper lights blazing...

The Myrian looked down and sucked at his pipe. The bowl flared and lit his face from below like a demon's facade, but it was a worried, introspective demon, not the leering gargoyles of many faiths. Not knowing... it was the most exquisite pain for the introspective mind, for it fashioned nightmares from nothing.

Tendrils of grey smoke slid from between his lips as he wondered, fearing. Was he wrong to leave her in there? This... Matthew, was interested in her, he was sure of that, even if it was in some bizarre barbarian fashion that was more intellectual than physical. The door opened and his eyes slid to it as he leaned against the wall, expecting see another swaying figure heading for-

"Ready to go?"

The smile crept over his face and it was only hers that prompted it. In the strange half-light that illuminated the street - "large corridor" would have been more accurate - she looked as mysterious and enticing as the barbarian temptresses his elders had warned him of back home. Razkar rarely saw the Svefra wear so much, but... despite the excess clothing, he had to admit, she suited it.

And her expression made it so much better.

"Yes."

They fell into an easy walk and seemed to pick up the pace until they were out of the Arms' district and under the stars once again. Razkar actually sighed with relief once they were no longer constrained by looming stone arches above them. He knew the Stormhold was a marvel, in a historical and architectural sense, but... something just seemed... off to him, about it. Buildings were not meant to be so huge and so... infested, all the time.

"Male seemed..." He spoke eventually, pipe still between his teeth and a wisp of smoke trailing the both of them as they walked. "... interesting..."

Razkar wondered if he kept the concern from his voice. He tried to hard to sound casual, but sometimes the very act of trying was as much of a tell... and those sea-blue eyes didn't miss much. He smiled gently at her, a slash of ivory against the shadows on his face.

"Makes a strange living, no?"

by **Edreina** on July 27th, 2013, 2:56 am

"Male seemed... interesting..."

Interesting is certainly a word that Edreina would use to describe the dark-haired harlot. Snickering quietly, she nodded. When most saw Razkar smile, they thought of nothing but savagery, even when the smile was kind, or playful, or apologetic, or... what was it he said... shyke-eating. Edreina's smile, on the other hand, always seemed to elicit a different sort of reaction. Mirth, mischief, and even - occasionally - meekness were so readily and openly displayed by the redhead that few could refrain from joining her, even in the smallest of ways. Stony facades most always cracked as the tide of her unbridled joy continued to lap against it. Happiness so frequently surrounded her that it was in doubt whether or not the redhead could handle any sort of negativity.

"Makes a strange living, no?"

"Strange to us, yes... But it seems to fit him." The remark was made with a delicate shrug, as if their opinions were of little consequence. "Besides. He fills a role that is often overlooked. People need companionship, people need sex. As much as they would not like to admit it." Blue eyes rolled, as if such an admission was something easy to make. Everyone liked to pretend that they were entirely independent that they relied upon no one. But people were also animals. As a Svefra, Edreina felt naturally close to Dolphins, whales, the like. Through familiarity, she had learned that Dolphins were not so different from people. And when a dolphin was separated from its pod, it did not last long, usually dying of loneliness. The point was, humans needed companionship, else they would shrivel up and die. Not physically, of course, but mentally.

After somehow going from Matthew to Dolphins to humans overall, the Svefra was surprised at how easily her mind would wander with the slightest nudge of alcohol. Even after realizing that, she began to have the tickling urge to run the rest of the way to her ship, to race the little fox kit that had somehow managed to keep up without complaint despite the fact that his steed had not yet deemed him worthy of being picked up. As if on cue the little, soft-pawed creature began to yowl and demand his mother's attention. With a groan, she leaned down to snatch him up in her arms just as the 'grotto came into view.

by **Razkar** on July 28th, 2013, 1:33 am

"Strange to us, yes... But it seems to fit him. Besides. He fills a role that is often overlooked. People need companionship, people need sex. As much as they would not like to admit it."

Razkar grimaced, but it was the unique inversion of the lips that implied contemplation, not distaste. She made a good point, after all. One of the strongest urges of all life was to breed, to reproduce or, more simply, just enjoy a good fuck. "Companionship"... a nice way of putting it, but accurate. And where there was a demand, there was always a supply. Matthew was filling a niche that the market provided.

"His clothes are good." He ventured as the docks came into view, Leth making the bay glow and sparkle like a blanket of broken glass. "Must make good mizas doing what he does." He frowned slightly. "But... I could not do, I think. Not as he does. He look at sex like... pure... business, you see? I wonder if he enjoy when he is inside woman..."

A chill seemed to blow between the both of them as he mentioned sex so abruptly. Close though they were, Razkar and Edreina had hardly ever mentioned the act of love, as if there was some unspoken agreement to avoid the issue. Perhaps because they both knew if they did, the images in their head would not be of strangers-

Enough of that.

Why?

Razkar blinked as the competing thought popped into his head. A tremulous voice, but growing over the last season. Too long denied and with much to feed on, it seemed to make him turn his head toward her, just as she scooped up the yapping Navis, smiling down at the big-eared little creature with sheer adoration.

"Lucky dog."

Her eyes flashed to him and he realized he'd spoken out loud. Goddess, if his fang back home had seen his face at that moment, they'd never let him hear the end of it. He licked dry lips and frantically looked around, for an exit, a diversion, something to throw himself into, like-

"Swim!" She blinked and he clarified, pointing toward the rapidly approaching bay. "Midnight swim. Have heard they are... fun. Or so hear. Would like to try."

by **Edreina** on July 29th, 2013, 2:13 am

"Swim! Midnight swim. Have heard they are... fun. Or so hear. Would like to try."

Swim. A golden word alighting upon the redhead's ears to ring pleasurably. After a day trapped within the dry, dark confines of Syliras, nothing was more appealing than a dip into the Suvan. The thought of it banished the unpleasant thoughts that had been skittering about in her mind. With a gleeful whoop, Edreina took off at a brisk trot, leaping directly from the dock to her ship without pause, heedless of the rolling deck. Depositing Navis, who quickly loped below deck where a warm nest awaited, the redhead was quickly free of her cursed city-clothes.

Before leaping in, Edreina hesitated, remembering the dangers that could lurk within the inky Suvan at this late hour. So, relatively carefully, Edrena leaned over the side of her ship and slid her arm into the water until its warmth lapped at her elbow. With her gnosis, her Oceanus, Edreina was able to sense every sea creature relatively near by. Usually, the sensation was overwhelming. But, late at night, only a fool dove into the realm of the night-hunters without some form of preparation. So, the plethora of senses that would assault her and their effects had to be risked. To her, it was as if she was sitting within the ocean with a thousand eyes, eyes more powerful than her own, eyes that could peer through the murky darkness of the sea. At first, the influx of information took away her sense of self, making her feel as if she were naught but the Suvan itself.

Once she was aware of all, she could begin to focus on a few. The small school of barracuda would not bother with her, for she was not enough to sate all of their hungry mouths. Nor would the eels, the smaller fish... But the sharks? They were more worrisome. One was just on the edge of her vision, too occupied with hunting something that led it away from her to be much of a worry. The other was an Anchor-head shark, an odd creature with wide, back-swept eyes and a smaller mouth. They were known to stalk the shallows in search of the small creatures that buried themselves into the sediment. They were also known, however, to take a bite of Svefra flesh when readily offered. With a scowl, she began to gently persuade the creature to hunt elsewhere. Just as it began to lazily swim elsewhere, a wicked thought danced across the Svefra's mind.

She had the creature not only return, but come to the surface, oddly horned head cutting through the barrier between sea and sky like a knife. "Hey Raz! Come look!" Any more, and the mischief in her voice would certainly be evident. As it was, her grin was playful. As he came over, she bade the creature open its jaw, expose its rows of bright white teeth, flash them at the Myrian. She could only hope that her friend would not soil himself.

by **Razkar** on July 30th, 2013, 11:25 am

Razkar had seen more than a few tigers in his time, and they never failed to send a shiver of primal fear down his spine. One look in those calm yet ravenous eyes, one sight of their lithe, prowling bodies were enough to tell some ancient part of his brain that this creature was born to kill. And that was before he'd actually seen them do it, ripping through Myrian warriors like they were clumsy children and shrugging off three-foot-long arrows like they were gnats.

Then the Myrian saw his first shark.

"Hey Raz! Come look!"

Razkar smiled softly as he heard his name from above deck. He'd followed the bounding little fox down into the hold, Navis now cheerfully ignoring the lumbering two-leg as he joyously padded in tight circles on his bed, softening it up for his tired body. There was a soft fwump as the fox finally settled in for the night, ears pressed back against his skull, watching Razkar take off his harness with bored eyes.

The Myrian smiled again in mild confusion as the harness was removed, along with about ten pounds of various weaponry. Usually he felt so naked without it, vulnerable and bereft without the half-dozen blades bedecking him. But here...?

Safe place. That's what this boat has become.

"What you need now?" He said with mock annoyance as he climbed back up the stairs, smile on his face as he walked over to the female with one hand trailing in the moonlit water. "Need dumb male to-"

Razkar didn't scream, or curse, or shout. His first instinct when he saw the shining mass of pale flesh hove out from under the surface was actually to grab Edreina's shoulder, arm flexing to hurl her back-

-until he saw the smile on her face. That little bitch!

"Goddess..."

That curse would have to wait, though. For the moment, he couldn't take his eyes off the chilling sight that was five feet of muscle and teeth powering lazily through the dark water like a hawk would through air. Razkar had never seen anything so born to... no... no, that wasn't enough.

A flash of teeth from a mouth as broad as his shoulders. Not just one row like him and the Svefra, but three, four of them, jagged and curved, cruel and perfectly designed to-

Yes. That was it. He blinked and with frightening speed and poise, the shark turned its bottomless black eyes to him for a moment... and then with a mere flick of its tail, disappeared back under the surface like it never was.

Designed to kill. Not born, but specifically made. It had to have been; the mere slow course of nature could not have produced something so inherently lethal. Some god or demon had sat down and stripped away everything that would impede this creature for eating, fucking and swimming. They were its whole purpose, a purity of lethal intent and reproduction that frightened the Myrian.

"... and we swim with that fucking thing?!"

Edreina just giggled, broad grin splitting her face as she began to disrobe. The stunned Myrian didn't even notice her increasing nudity. Leth was surely a wonderful companion to her that night, soft and clear light illuminating every inch of pale, freckled flesh as if it was one more mystery discovered. Razkar found his eyes working by themselves, roving over her body as it was revealed, wondering, hoping-

Teeth! Massive fucking teeth attached to a big fucking body!

"Edreina, listen," Razkar started, almost desperately, once the female had gotten down to... the bare minimum, shall we say? "Cannot swim in there. Water is not safe and-"

A hop. No skip. A definite jump, and Razkar's words were strangled off at the sight and sound of her splashing down into the water. The Myrian stared in absolute shock and started pulling clothes off, goddess, she was insane, it was-

Edreina turned as she heard the thump of a falling body and a brutal-sounding curse in Myrian. Razkar was evidently having trouble with his breeches. A moment later he was at the edge of the Goldengrotto, glaring down at her wearing naught but his loincloth, face a turgid mishmash of annoyance and fear... for her.

"Petching female..."

Razkar leaped into the dark water next to her.

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