Kreig comes through the door with an armful of split logs and takes them to the fireplace. Putting them to the side, letting the goblin put some in and lay the others in his own special fashion.
Kreig would bring one more armful and then ask, "Should I stock the other rooms with some too?"
Maqan nodded. "Please do, I'll come through and light them as we take people to their rooms. Thank you again Kreig." She smiled.
When the cleaning was done she showed each person to a room which they might have to share with others, but no more than one other.
She of course stayed in Saronis's room, the same they had before.
"I have a surprise for you!" He pulls out one of his sacks and unrolls a thick covering. You see a rock. He pulls out a piece of jerky from the covering and touches the rock with it. The rock quickly forms a mouth and shoots its tongue at the meat. Saronis lets it go, letting the mimic have its meal. "Maybe we can train it to be a loot holder?!" He says excited. He touches it and rubs it some until the stickiness stops and it drops back to the covering. Then he covers it, binds it, and puts it back in his backpack after you play with it if you want.
"Shall we take a bath?" he asks innocently enough.
He would have helped Kreig with the wood and thanking him for his help and support. He made sure Amris was settled in for the night, and helped people to their rooms carrying them unless they asked not to.
The fairy flys around the dwarf's head until he takes notice of her. Then she lands on his shoulder...
Urdrsk chooses to lean against a support beam for his place of rest tonight. As he begins to rest his eyes, Saronis's fairy friend lands on his shoulder. "What?" The dwarf said dryly.
When he showed her the mimic she had mixed feeling about his idea. "It's an idea. We can talk about it more later." She said.
Then she moved to get them water that he could heat up for they could take a bath which she agreed would be nice and they needed. While he warmed the water she undressed. When it was done she let him get in first the got in herself on the other end. "I just... Can't believe how much has happened lately."
"Well at least you aren't swatting at me, or worse. Too tired?!" She says and waves her butt at you back and forth. "How about a pint?"
"I wonder if more are loose in our party loot... something to look for." He adds which might be a terrifying thought.
"Oh I know so much and what a week has passed? Welcome to the life of an adventurer." He states in wonder. Taking your foot in his hand and he begins to massage it, knowing how good it feels after walking so much in the last few days even with the horses. 'I am going to wait until she asks for it this time maybe until she begs for it'... You catch him making the sound as he looks at you seductively, "mmmmm."
Maqan let out a low grade moan as Saronis began to massage her foot. Closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of him working on her foot. When she heard his own hum she opened her eyes to see his look. "I know those eyes." Maqan said softly to him. "Will you be following through on those thoughts?" She asked as she brought her other leg up and hooked it over the side of the bath, opening her up just enough giving him a view of her womanhood.
"How about a pint?"
Urdrsk went back to close his eyes. "Ì dòùbt thèrè's à pìnt wìthìn 50 mìlès òf thìs pláce."
Scram is bossy.
There's no word to describe her actions.
While the others are discussing their accommodations. the little Halfling had pretty much arranged the injured ones on the first floor with herself, the paladin and the cleric to allow them to better tend to them. This of course includes Amris Lazuli no matter his objections since Scram can't hear them anyway.
She gets someone, anyone to clear the dead goblin since she can't raise the dead and she didn't want the space to be occupied. She does however prepare his grave and his last rites herself. Everybody hears her. The voice of high pitched Screeches is hard to ignore.
Peter the halfling finally sees Scram and walks up to her starts talking to her then touches her shoulder and begins again.... halfling speech speed. If she doesn't do any thing or respond to his words he looks at you strangely and walks away.
Scram stares intensely at Peter the Halfling as she watches his words being formed from his lips.
"I could use your help preparing food for the others." she says with a smile as she sees someone her height this time.
Droam comes into the inn, cleans off one of the couches and sits down. He pulls out his dagger to start cleaning his finger nails and makes himself at home.Kreig asks Maqan, "Can I help with anything, sweep, cut wood, bring water into house?" He does as instructed.
"You two. Help get Fire wood. We need keep place warm and cosy so that all can heal good."
When Scram tried to tell Droam what to do, Maqan waited for her to finish before telling him (as she did before) what needed to be done. Which Scram was correct that they needed fire wood for the rooms and cooking, as such it seemed like he was going to do what Scram asked anyways.
"So if I knew of a barrel of ale that was just waiting to be tapped, what would you say then?" The little fairy said with flair.
He would go down to the cellar and see what is there. As Scram came down after him... She would see him coming back up with an empty barrel. As she goes back to the others likely thinking he is coming back up. He turns and goes to the fire wood area instead. There he finds a spot and digs out some dirt filling the barrel about half way. Then he takes it back down to the cellar.
Kreig was already getting firewood. Doam on the other hand ignores the halfling and stays sitting.
Urdrsk narrows his gaze at the wee fey. "Hmmm. Dòèsn't bélóng tò ànyòne wè knów, dóés ìt?"
"Maqan but we can pay for a few pints, I am not saying we take the whole thing!" She states and begins to hover next to his ear. Then she buzzes off towards the bar. There she points to one of the barrels that hasn't been tapped yet.
Urdrsk looks into his mostly-full coin purse, looking around the room, and does his best casually walk behind the bar.
"Ha, walk like you own the place man!" She states and hovers around the barrel. "Once I have had a couple in me you can enjoy another of my shapes... Come on!"
Urdrsk ducks down behind the bar, and begins to tap the barrel with the extra tap on hand. In a few minutes,both dwarf and fey and drinking the contents of the barrel.
Scram chases after Amris, her short legs churning up a rather impressive speed for one so small.
Berating him as he continues his actions of straining himself in her screechy voice.
"You no work. You rest. rest well! Wounds blacken you die, then we less warriors. Make other heal heal people do useless work. Rest. Heal. then help." she goes having not the physical withdrawal to actually stop the man.
Looking at his behaviour though Scram blurts her thoughts out.
"Why need dirt? You treeman?" Scram's screeches can easily be heard.
Once several, no seven of her small pints are drunk and she is properly drunk she moves away on shaky feet. Then she grows... her clothes grow with her and you can see she turns into a shapely woman.
"No I am a stoneman! The dirt is a catalyst to help me heal." He says a bit upset he has to explain his actions.
Urdrsk, lightly buzzed at this point, marvels at the attractive woman now before him. The dwarf, who's inhibitions are much lower, decides 'fu<k it', and tries to woo the now-medium fey creature.
"Hèy, sèxy fèy! Why dòn't yòu còmè òvèr hère ànd Ì'll lèt mè shòw yòu my dwárvén pìckáxé, ìf yòu knòw whàt Ì méán?"
She crawls over to Urdrsk, pulls his beard hard at first and then twirling her fingers in the locks lighter. Kissing him she twirls her other hand and the two of them appear on a bed. A very large bed and she works at pulling off your armor, having to untangle her hand to get it off faster...
With those words said, he didn't need to say anything. With her leg up on his shoulder there wasn't much else to do but what he wanted. He slid his throbbing cock slowly into her c%%!. As you moaned out with every slight intrusion he added more pressure. He would slowly begin to pull out and then push back in harder... faster. His hands found your body to hold you and to steady himself.
"No I am a stoneman! The dirt is a catalyst to help me heal." He says a bit upset he has to explain his actions.
"That is treeman method. Not stoneman." Scram huffs at the rather weak explanation.
She turns around as if offended."If you bleed and die, at least work to bury you is less." are her parting words as she heads up.
The next morning she wakes up with the dwarf. She snuggles into your chest and enjoys your deep breathing. A wandering hand soon finds that pickaxe from last night and hopes for a repeat once you wake up.
The night was young still and he had just started to pleasure you.
The next morning Amris was awake before anyone else and offered to help the healers. His armor was not on and his skin looked fresh.
Peter the halfling and Andrei the cleric were glad to have a relieve. They both retired to the rooms set aside for them leaving Amris and Scram to watch them.
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He was spent and was in and out of his meditation at that moment. His cock slowly receded... and a simple shift of weight and you were on your sides holding each other...
At first, Urdrsk's pelvic thrustings are slow yet deep, but after a few minutes, the rhythm increases. The dwarf would moan compliments of Kat's body, fu<king her faster and faster. The medium fey's body was soon rocked by the constant rhythm of Urdrsk's pelvis thrusting harder and faster.
"Whéré.. dó yóu wánt ìt?" Urdrsk cries out as his pelvic thrusts reach a maximum speed.
Scam is oblivious to all the extra activity going above and maybe around the corner.