Thread: Plot Journal (No comments please)

To the Blade A male drow slave betrays his mistress to humans, only to realize she was the least of his concerns. Second rp I tried with Narcelia, just to be abandoned yet again. See more Raids were about the only time when Rede felt comfortable. Nothing could beat the cool wind rushing past him, the comfort of the night sky stretched above him, as he drove his spear into the hearts of any surface dwellers that he came across. Most importantly, it meant that he could part from his mistresss side, words that he would never dare to utter. Even thinking them posed a risk, thanks to telepathic magic. Out on the surface, though, those rules simply didnt apply. For as long as the raid lasted, Rede had a taste of what it would be like to be free. It was standard procedure for the Drow to establish a few encampments while on the surface. They served as checkpoints, leading to the tunnel that was connected to the Drow caverns. One night, Rede had been given a letter, by his mistress, to be delivered to another. As he left their tent, his back had thick, black scars running up and down it. Earlier, he had failed to pack his mistresss favorite whip, which was magically enchanted with a lighting rune. And so, she had to use her second favorite whip on him, repeatedly. The only silver lining from the situation was that the lighting magic helped to seal shut his wounds. Right after his punishment, Redewas sent immediately to embark on his task. The dark elf was hobbling through the dark forest, pain shooting through him each time he took a step. He was hurt, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Earlier, he had brought his mistress the sword of an elvish commander, an item most would find to be exceedingly rare. She was pleased, and Rede was merely relieved that he wasnt being beaten or tortured, for once. And yet, that same day, she whipped him half to death. He just didnt understand it why? As Rede paused to lean against a tree, to catch his breath, the sound of rustling grabbed his attention. Three paladins emerged from the brush, their swords aimed warily at him. In his current state, he couldnt bear to keep them at bay. Rather than be captured, he pulled out his dagger to kill himself, when he was wrestled to the ground, and his dagger pried out of his hand. The paladins spoke amongst themselves in the Common Tongue, a language that Rede only knew bits and pieces of. Yet, from what he understood, they wanted to take him hostage, as a sort of bargaining chip. The idea made him laugh, which caused his entire body to shake with pain. He was worth nothing, he explained to them. He could, however, bring them someone who would be of much greater worth And so, that was how Rede had orchestrated the betrayal of his mistress. He went on to complete the task originally assigned to him, and in return, he received a map given to him by the other drow mistress. It was a map of a hallowed sight that the Drow considered a rightful part of their territory. Rede, however, had changed the map, and depicted the location where the paladins would be waiting for his mistress. Rede was shaking as he arrived at her tent purely out of fear, and, because, it had begun to rain. He was about to do the unthinkable. Yet, he knew that he couldnt bear to deal with her any more. This relationship couldnt last, and they were nearing the end of their raid, meaning that it was now or never. Inhaling deeply, he braced himself and entered her tent. Mistress, Ive brought the map youve asked for, stated Rede, speaking in the Drow tongue. From the moment he entered the tent, his eyes were plastered to the floor. He got down on his knees and held out the leather bag which carried the map towards her, all while struggling to control his shaking. Narcelia sighed loudly, as she watched her male slave leave her tent, staggering the entire time. She had whipped him, and whipped him hard. Far harder than she had originally intended, for his error. He was, overall, a very good slave, always obedient and perceptive to her needs. Truthfully, she had taken out her anger on him even though he wasnt the cause of it, at least not most of it. High Priestess Rizza had been sniffing around her man, as of late. Whether it was because she wanted to mate with him or feed him to a drider, Narcelia couldnt be quite sure. While Narcelia might have been a powerful sorceress, even she had to acquiesce to the elder drow matriarch. It was bad enough Narcelia was involved in a plot to depose the haughty bitch, but if she couldnt complete this raid successfully, it would never work. Her frustration at her precarious situation had seeped out, when she had to discipline her slave, and she had taken it all out on him. She almost wished she could apologize to him, but it would never fly. If she showed even the slightest weakness, she would be stripped of everything she was and possessed. She drank while she awaited his return, finishing half a bottle before he made his way back to her. Took you long enough, She growled at him, unable to show any real concern over him or what she had done to him, I hope you didnt reveal our position to our enemies. Truthfully she was glad to have him back at her side, safe and mostly unharmed, save what she had done to him. She took the map from his hands and looked it over briefly, before setting it down on table. She bid him to stand now, and pour them both a glass of wine. Are you going to be any use to me in bed tonight, or am I going to have to do all the work? It was more an offer than a demand, not that she was able to articulate that very well. She pushed down onto her cot, harder than she should have given the injuries she inflicted on him, but she didnt care. Her lips were needy, and tasting of wine, as her tongue sought his within his mouth. Narcelia wanted to believe that Rede enjoyed fucking her as much as she enjoyed fucking him. But she was smart and self-aware enough to know he would never say anything if she did not bring him as much pleasure as he brought her. She always made sure he reached his climax, usually within her, and even occasionally upon her lips if she were feeling generous. Tonight, she would have him inside her, and let him share her bed rather than sleep on her floor. She always did love the feel of lying in his arms. Her hands made their way into his pants, seeking his manhood. He wasnt hard for her yet, still shivering since he came into her tent. She wanted to take this as a sign of his desire for her, and not fear of what she might do to him, but it didnt matter. He was hers, and whether he wanted her or not, she would fuck him. She pulled out his cock, stroking in her soft hands as blood flowed into it. Bringing her warm mouth to it, she sucked him slow and hard, seeking to get him firm enough to fuck, rather than focusing on his enjoyment. She bobbed up and down on his hardening shaft, getting him slick with her saliva so she could ride him raw. As soon as Rede entered the tent, he could smell wine on his mistress breath. He was relieved. His mistress tended to be more agreeable under its influences, though he could sense that she was angrier than usual today, so he wasnt sure if would merely exacerbate those feelings. His eyes remained glued to the floor as she spoke, not bothering to respond as to the reason for his lateness. It didnt matter. She had long since chosen what she would do to him once he returned. All he could do was beg and endure. Rede leapt to his feet at his mistresss command and poured them both a glass of wine, though he did not drink from his. Not without her command. Never without her command. And then she posed her question, and before he could answer, she was on top of him and smashing their mouths together with a kiss. He was tired, so very tired, but to deny his mistress would be like willing hopping into a pit full of spiders a death sentence. He moaned into her mouth, a mix of pleasure as she aggressively wrestled with his tongue, and one of pain, as the whip marks along his back were agitated. His hands obediently remained by his side, merely clutching at the sheets for support. Rede was actually surprised as Narcelia pulled out his thick manhood. This kind of treatment was exceedingly rare, so he was sure to enjoy it as much as he could. Even as exhausted as he was, it would be impossible for him to remain soft. Narcelias mouth was divine. His cock hardened in her mouth in seconds, and he could feel the glands poke against the walls of her throat. It was throbbing and hot, and the drow could barely contain himself. Th-thank you, Mistress Rede panted, his voice full of reverence and his eyes clenched shut, as he spewed a few thick drops of pre-cum along her tongue. The taste of his juices leaking along her tongue was the sign that he was ready to be of use to her. She stood now, letting the cool air shock against his meat, still warm in the absence of her mouth around it. Draining her cup, and she brought his to his lips, letting the dark liquid dribble into his mouth. She stripped down now, letting him rest while he took in the dark curves of her figure. The full, teardrop breasts, her black nipples hard and ready to be tasted. The wide hips and ample ass, curvier then most of her drow sisters. She undid the knot in her hair, letting the long white locks spill down her bare body, creating a lovely contrast between her dark skin and light hair. Bending over him, she took a long hard kiss form his lips, stroking him lightly to keep him ready for her. She then moved quickly, sitting on his face, letting him work that magical tongue within her. She was not quiet in her moans, letting her pleased voice fill her tent, as he filled her with tongue. She let him bring her to glorious orgasm, raking her nails down his chest when it got too intense. She didnt draw blood, just left pink marks in their wake. Standing on shaky legs, she moved to straddle him, sliding her slippery cunt down his hard shaft. She started slow, letting his girth stretch her pleasingly, rubbing her inner walls from every angle. She looked down at him, watching his face as she rolled her hips over him, looking for some sign that he enjoyed her, enjoyed this. She supposed it wasnt enough that he was hers, she wanted, no needed to know that he wanted to be hers. It was arrogant and foolish, he was too good a slave to deny her, but she wanted to believe he relished in her body. The sudden cool air against Redes throbbing erection made him groan, lightly. He missed his mistresss mouth, but it appeared that she wouldnt let him go too long without feeling any pleasure. His eyes hungrily roamed her body as she undressed. Drow women were legendary for being beautiful, and his mistress was no exception. He wasproud, to have her as a mistress, he thought to himself. He couldnt think of any that could compare, not even High Priestess Rizza. Although, he was mostly terrified of her. Gladly, Rede moved his hands up to grasp his mistress by her flared, child-bearing hips as she rode his face. It was perhaps one of the only scenarios in which he could freely lay his hands on her. Putting it bluntly, drow males were the best at eating pussy, for painfully obvious reasons. Those with slow tongues and inattentive mouths quickly found themselves thrown in the Spider Pit. Rede grunted as his tongue slithered into Narcelia. His hands slid up to cup her ass and let his fingers dig lustfully into her flesh. It was a rather bold move, but, it wouldnt matter in a few hours, so he figured that he would enjoy it while he could. He groped her ass cheeks, appreciating how doughy they felt and how they yielded to his fingers, while he sucked fervently on her clit. He did, occasionally, use one hand to guide two fingers in and out of her, to add to the overwhelming pleasure. It was through this relentless assault that Narcelia came quickly and powerfully. The feel of her honeypot quivering against his mouth was nice, but the fact that he had made her cum filled him with pride, an arguably better sensation. While most of a drow males life was spent acting, soothing, and thinking quickly on their feet, there was no way that Rede could mask how much he enjoyed this. Uhnngh He grunted lowly each time time she bounced on his throbbing erection, which was coating the walls of her entrance with his slick-precum. MistressI want to touch you, please, Rede begged her, a pleading look on his face as he stared up at her, blatantly eyeing the sway of her breasts and the rest of her delicious curves, as his fingers dug into the bed sheets. You should have been touching me already, She growled at him, almost playfully. Her sex came up off his cock, collapsing upon his retreated only for her to be filled once more as she buried him between her folds. She brought one hand up to her heavy breasts, letting him cup the weighty flesh, and tease the firm nipple between skilled fingers. She let him direct his other hand as he saw fit. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down his chest as she braced herself against his shoulder while she fucked him. Her pace started slow, and deep, but she built herself up, moving, harder, faster. She pushed herself up, throwing her head back in a dramatic fashion, as her lust rose up from her core. The wet sound of her hips smashing into his was added to the sounds of their sex meeting, his cock moving within her liquid heat. Fuck Rede! She groaned out, her back arching in a familiar way, as her body burned form the inside out. Fuck, Rede, you feel so good! Cum with me! Fill me with you. She commanding him, as her hand brushed through her hair, her eyes closed in utter abandon as she fucked him raw. Her breathing was ragged rasps as her cunt convulsed around his meat. The silky vice of her sex stopped her movement, leaving her s shivering mess as her release consumed her. She hoped he would obey her demand, but there would be no punishment for him if he was unable. She slid her body down alongside his, and if he still had a need, he could fuck her, until he pumped her full of his seed. Otherwise, she rested under the protection of his arms, until she fell into an easy, restful sleep. For the first time in many years, a smile cracked onto Redes face. He sat up slightly, wincing from the wounds on his back, but the constant flow of pleasure through his entire being was enough to let him ignore that pain. He took hold of her breasts and immensely enjoyed their heft, their perkiness, and how supple and yielding the flesh was, as his gray fingers kneaded them. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, especially as thumb ran along them to get them nice and hard. As Narcelia leaned against him, using his broad shoulders for support, he started to let out pleasured grunts as she bounced, hard, on his throbbing erection. The sound of their flesh slapping wetly against each other filled the tent, clashing with the harsh patter of rain that was outside. He didnt move his hips to the rhythm that Narcelia had put in place, but his hand did move between her thighs so that he could rub at her clit. After all these years, Rede simply couldnt cum if Narcelia hadnt done so already. It wasnt out of fear or anything like that, either, just one strange mental complex out of the myriad that he had. When Narcelia came, Rede let out a sigh of relief and soon joined her. She would have easily been able to feel the way his cock twitched like mad, splattering the inner walls of her sex with several thick, sticky loads. He was panting lightly as he pulled out and laid beside her. She wordlessly pulled him right against her and fell asleep, while Rede held her tightly, his mind still reeling from what had just occurred. Sleep did not come easy for drow males, and tonight would be no exception. Rede laid there and stared into the face of his sleeping mistress, as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. He was getting cold feet about the deal he had made with the paladins. It was moments like these where he knew that he loved her. But, what sort of treatment would tomorrow bring? More whippings, more beatings? Killing a drow just for her amusement? While he loved serving her, and especially what came as his reward for his service, he just couldnt bear to deal with this anymore. Moreover, Rede could return to his homeland a free man, and from there, the possibilities were endless. Rede slipped out of bed the moment that strange ball of fire known as the sun began to peak over the horizon. He left his mistress on the cot as he wandered outside, still naked, to the side of the tent, where there were a few urns. He had set them out specifically for collecting any rain water. He grabbed one and brought it into the tent. His mistresss tent was large enough to hold a bathtub, so he emptied the water inside, and then went out to get another urn. He did this until the tub was moderately full, and then, he began to warm the water using a spout of magical fire from his fingertips. After that, Rede began to work on cooking his mistress her breakfast. There was a small corner of the tent with a cooking pot and a few other tools. Drow cuisine was fairly limited. Shed be having spider meat, underground turnips, and a few thin, leafy vegetables with a sparkly glaze over them. While the meat and everything cooked, he went to polish her armor and weapons, which were stashed in the tent as well. He did all of this without making a sound. When she woke, Narcelia watched her man work through slitted eyes, enjoying the way his muscles flexed as he moved. There was a short moment, where she forgot their roles of mistress and slave, where she thought back to the bliss he had brought her the night before, thinking fondly to the seed he had left in her. He might have caught a look of pure worship upon her face as he bothered to look her in the eyes, if he were not the perfect obedient slave he was, and kept his eyes low to the ground. She regained her composure, quickly enough. Their positions were set in stone, and if she faltered even a little, she would lose everything. Rede himself could cast her down, if he caught her in a moment of weakness, and if other women knew her slave had gotten the better of her? Her fate would be far too terrible to even comprehend. So, she may haven wanted to confess love and affection to her slave, the man who kept her so wonderfully happy, but she could never. Doing so would be nothing short of disastrous to her. She bathed quickly, not taking too long, knowing there was work to be done this day. Eating her breakfast quickly, she dressed and was ready for the raid, looking over the map once last time in preparation. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Rede dressed in his armor, to prepare, her slave always seeming to walk straighter, prouder when the was blood to spill. She liked to think he worked hard to bring glory to her name, but she knew it was more likely just him trying to avoid the lash. She came to Redes side, as she readied herself to lead the last attack of this raid. She brought him into a deep kiss, pressing her body against his, arms wrapped around his neck, tongue seeking his hotly. You know you are not allowed to die, right? If you were to die on me, here and now, I will find you in the afterlife, and punish you for all eternity. It was supposed to be playful. It was the closest thing she could say to I love you. It was the only way she could express the complicated feelings she felt for him, within the rigid framework of her drow society. One last soft kiss, and she took the map, making her way to the place marked therein. Rede polished his mistresss armor until was glistening in the low candlelight of the tent. Her weapons were sharpened to a razors edge, and it was more than enough to split the bellies of the surface-dwellers that lived in the dreadful swamp that they were currently trying to reclaim. He helped his mistress put the armor on, tightening the buckles and silk straps, before he went and dressed himself. His armor was of a considerably less fine material, spider silk and carapace, though it was still leagues above what other slaves typically wore. He earned it, from being in his mistresss service for such a long time, and in a way, he was proud to wear it. Having been crouched down to strap a dagger to his boot, Rede saw the armor clad feet of his mistress, and immediately stood up straight, where he was automatically pulled into a kiss. That, followed by what happened next, shocked the drow into silence. He just stood there as Narcelia marched off into the swamp, and he realized that he had made a huge mistake. Mistress, wait! Rede called after her, and jogged to catch up to where she was. He reached out to grab her wrist, knowing full well that she was justified in cutting his hand off for such an action. Maybemaybe we shouldnt go, today, he sputtered, looking at her pleadingly. That map from Mistress Barenziah, you know that shes in league with High Priestess Rizza. Speaking badly about other drow women even if they were in direct competition with his own mistress was also liable for him to get lashed. Rede was breaking a lot of rules in order to save his mistress, but he knew that he couldnt go through with it anymore. He loved her. It could be a trap, mistress. Lets stay inside. I can brew you some mushroom tea, and Rede had been so damned foolish. He deserved it, he deserved it all the torture, the beatings, and he would gladly receive them, if it only meant that Narcelia would be safe. They were in a precarious situation, as Rede grabbed her hand outside her tent. She might not have strictly enforced all the rules while in the privacy of her chambers, but in the view of other drow? There was little choice. She had to be firm, no matter how it might hurt her. Let go of me, slave! She snarled, smacking his hand off her arm. You are lucky you need that hand to fight in my honor, otherwise I would have it on a platter for my lunch! Rede was putting her in danger, putting them both in danger. She tried to not to shake, turning her fear into pure anger, the only safe emotion for her to feel. She pulled him close. Barenziah is next in line to become High Priestess. The coup was her idea, and she gains the most out of it. There is no reason for her to betray me, She whispered to him, assuring him of her safety. Speak not another word of it to me. I would not enjoy having you beaten again. Rede would not push the issue again. He knew better, truthfully he knew better than to do this. His boldness surprised her, and gave her a small pause. Was Barenziah in league with the high priestess? Were they testing her loyalty? Everything with drow was double and triple crosses, nothing was ever what it appeared to be. Narcelia, hated hesitation, and truthfully, needed nothing more in this moment that to slit the throats of surface dwellers. She needed to spill some blood, to rid her brain of the fog that drow politics had left her. She took off now, without another word, before Rede could try anything else foolish to stop her. If Barenziah was leading her into a trap, and she avoided it entirely, she would still face punishment when they returned to the Underdark. All she could hope for was to be strong enough to withstand whatever it was waiting for her, whatever this map was leading her to. Rede sharply recoiled as his mistress smacked his hand away and told him not to say another word. His mouth had already been opened, but he forced himself to swallow whatever he had to say as he watched her march off into the deeper parts of the swamp. The Drow had broken out into a cold sweat as he chased after Narcelia, his heart racing at about a thousand miles an hour. He was more nervous than when he previously realized he had forgotten to pack his mistresss favorite whip. Oh, how foolish Ive been he thought, a look of horror etched across his face as they reached the destination pinpointed on the map. The sight of the trap was at a bleak ruin that appeared to be half-sunken into the swamp, and also abandoned. He trailed a few feet behind his mistress, his hand inches above the grip for his shortsword. Release! He heard someone - a human, shout. Then, his ear twitched slightly as he picked up a sound to his right. He turned his head and looked upward, where he saw a human perched on a tree their armor painted in dark greens and browns to better camouflage them. Next, he heard the loud whistle as an arrow travelled through the air. It was an electrified arrow, with the tip being fashioned into the shape of a small, hollow, metallic ball, so that it didnt puncture or accidentally wound the target. The shock of the arrow was typically strong enough to knock out a human, so it would most likely do the same to Narcelia, or at least knock the wind out of her. Rede watched as the arrow travelled through the air, but he did not say anything. He couldnt bring himself to open his mouth and shout for his mistress to duck. To make things worse, he felt the tip of a sword press threateningly against his lower back. Things were suspiciously quiet as Narcelia approached the place marked on the map. This had to be some trap. She could hardly believe that bitch Barenziah had set her up. What was even the point of setting her up? Rizza was the far bigger threat, betraying Narcelia was hardly worthwhile. Whatever the case, Narcelia was already tense as she approached the ruin, her eyes flickering across the landscape, whishing the sun wasnt so bright on her sensitive eyes. She heard the sound just as Rede had, her eyes catching on the arrow as it headed for her. There wasnt time for her to dodge, just brace for the impact, groaning as the shock went through her system. She fell against the crumbling wall, disoriented as lightning shoot through her body. She still had a hand on her blade, fingers trembling as she tried to grip it tightly despite her weakness. She lied limply on the ground, watching her captors approach her with a dazed expression. As one drew close enough o bind her hands, she brought her blade up in a flash, opening his throat and spilling his crimson blood. She had hoped this act would earn her death, but instead the heavily armored men just beat and kicked her, until she was curled into a ball of agony. She was bond rather easily now, and slung over the shoulder of one of the bigger assailants. As far as Narcelia knew, the men in the human lands were just as cruel as the women in hers. That they delighted in oppressing and tormenting their women, in ways that rivaled what the drow did to their men. Rede! She cried as she watched them lead off her slave, into the woods were he would surely be killed off. He was merely a slave, after, he had no value to these men, and yet, Narcelia felt some pain in this. He deserved better than this, body discarded obscenely on the surface. Oh she wished she had told him, in better terms, how she cared for him, and she wished she didnt have to show him such cruelty. At least she knew he would never be subject to the High Priestess and her sadistic whims. If only her own fate could be so merciful, as she was thrown on horseback and lead away. Rede, fortunately, didnt have enough time to watch what had happened to Narcelia, as the Paladin sharply turned him around and marched him into the forest. The Drow could feel his heart throbbing in his throat. His forehead was chilly from the streaks of sweat that lined it, and he felt terribly nauseous. He was simply incapable of fighting back or even resisting what the Paladin had in mind for him. Besides, he had so many close encounters with death on a daily basis, that he was prepared for it at any time. Go, he heard the man behind him say, and then the slight scrape of his sword being sheathed. The Drow turned to look at him curiously. I said go! the man shoved him in the opposite direction. Our deal is done. Youre free. Just dont ever step foot back in this swamp, he threatened. Rede nodded dumbly, turned around, and then began to run as fast as his feet could carry him. Freedom didnt taste nearly as sweet as he imagined. In fact, it tasted sort of like bile. But, there was no point in getting choked up now. He had to go. His first stop would be his mistresss tent, to pack a few things. Little did he know that a certain High Priestess would be waiting for him Meanwhile... Bind her wrists and ankles, and be quick about it. These Drow bitchestheyre lethal, mused one of the Paladin. He was a tall, lumbering man dressed in dirty, scuffed, though still high-quality platemail. He had a head of short red hair and gleaming green eyes, along with ruddy skin and a crooked nose, which appeared to have been busted from one too many tavern brawls. He crouched down by Narcelia and then roughly grabbed her by the jaw, so that she could look up at him. Cute, but lethal, he said, his mouth contorting into a yellow-toothed grin. Narcelia was promptly bound and then slung over the back of the horse. The small party which consisted of four paladins and three clerics, mounted their own steeds and then began to ride back into the swamp, though away from all the dark elves. Ah, Paladin Roge! Arent we headed the wrong way? asked one of the clerics. He was barely on the cusp of manhood, though he was raised with the Order from childhood. Not at all, lad.Weve a captive. Were going to take her to one of our encampments for a littlechat, the red-headed man said, smirking. Dont worry, Charlie! You know that torture isnt in our code! called out another, older man, with long, curly black hair and a goatee. He also wore an eyepatch over his left eye. Of course, replied the young cleric, as the men rode their steeds onwards. Narcelia groaned as they lead her away on horseback, hearing their plans for her, picking up on their innuendo, know that, despite their assures otherwise, they would indeed torture her. She didnt speak it well, given her thick underdark accent, but she understood the common tongue well enough. She wondered what kind of torture they intended for her. Whippings?Beatings?Pulling her nails off at the base? No, whatever these men intended to do to her, she couldnt betray her people. Mostly because it wouldnt matter. She was betrayed, surely by Barenziah, sold to some human men. Why? Dammit, why hadnt she listened to Rede? Why had she let her pride get in the way of his intuition? He was a well-trained drow slave, of course he could tell the subtle moods and plans of the drow matriarchs. Wasnt that how he survived this long? He knew something was up and he risked his life to warn her. And now he was dead, dead because she couldnt be bother to listen to a male. RedeRede I am sorry, She whispered in her drow tongue, letting herself cry softly, the rest of the ride. The human encampment wasnt much different than hers had been. Over a dozen tents, lined up in neat rows of six, along with three larger ones off to the side. There were crude iron cages towards the back of the encampment, and thats where she was deposited, still bound by her captors. The cage was smallish, she had to sit, and wouldnt be able to move much while she was in there. The ones who had taken her were gathered around, looking down on the vulnerable drow woman. So, who gets to be the first to interrogate her? the one who was called Roge spoke up, leering down at her. A headstrong woman like her? I sure we will need several men to interrogate her, at once. Id say two or three at a time, at least, The one with the curly black hair suggested, chuckling to himself. Several other men joined in on the laughter. Oh I am sure, in time. Hey, why dont we let Charlie go first! I dont think he had a woman yet, An older man, with silver streaks in his brown hair, declared, slapping the young cleric hard on the back. Sounds good. I am sure he will finish with her quickly, and then we can all get a turn questioning her! A big blond bear of a man proclaimed, to hearty laughter.