>>5125890>>5125908>>5125986>>5126038The idea of leaving your carefully-amassed pile of loot behind fills you with an almost draconic discomfort. Moreover, you feel a trained Infiltrator’s discomfort at leaving so many loose ends unattended, and so much to chance. You suppose you could send Alhazred ahead…
But then, what if he got the credit?
You could ensorcel him with mentalism, make of him just another thrall… But you get the feeling inflicting such a fate on a fellow Reptilian agent might be frowned upon, not least by Alahzred himself once freed. Besides…
‘Besides,’ Irinnile chimes in from her den deep within your inner self, ‘we’re WIPED.’
She isn’t wrong, you must admit. You are physical, mentally, and most fo all MAGICALLY exhausted.
<WANT: 18>
And you’re hungry. Or, more accurately… Well, horny with your soul-bonded succubus’ need to ‘feed’. Alhazred is looking mighty appetizing… But then, he also seems distinctly professional. Then again, Roth is practically your supervising agent, and, well…
‘Double dragon dick was niiiice,’ Irinnile drools. ‘Hey, you don’t suppose Big Boy Dragonborn down there…’
You shut down THAT line of thought immediately. Besides… There’s always Edwin. A small part of wonders where he is, how he is doing. This whole circumstances must have been… Startling, for an innocent like him, who merely wished to enjoy a night of dancing, dining, magic and martinis.
You have more pressing matters than Edwin’s emotional state, though. If you are going to
>hide the Dragonborn and your cache of relics and then make a brief stop off in Hawksong before traveling with them to the cavesThen you’re going to need to sort out some things.
