Claudia point sticky end of her long weapon at woman. „Now, don’t have any funny ideas. You can put down the fire, then thrown on the tub on the ground and not in me or it would end badly for you”. She said let’s woman finish fire.
When Maelon started talking, Eliza found his stuttering and fumbling over words somewhat adorable; but when she began to suspect what he was getting at she felt her heart start to flutter and she found it difficult to catch her breath or keep a smile from her face. She could even feel tears of relief and excitement start to well behind her eyes before the couple were stopped dead in their tracks. Eliza was at best of average height for a half-elven woman on a good day and the newly arrived Paladin towered over her by more than a foot. Maelon himself could be considered tall but only came up to the man's chin and under the gaze of the human's dark eyes Eliza felt meek, feeble, powerless. She was also dripping with arousal. The redhead attributed such to the anticipation that Maelon was about to express his desire to court her. The fact that she only grew moist in the imposing presence of this new man she discarded as inconsequential. She was caught off-guard by his manners and chivalry. When she felt his lips touch the back of her hand she had to suppress a shudder. "Ah- and you Ser Oropho." she greeted back. "I uh- am indeed Eliza of the Dawn Star and this is my... umm- this is Maelon." she continued introducing the young half-elf whose arm she had clung to. "I- We look forward to working with you." she finished with a slight curtsy.
Zendar nodded his head as he started asking questions. He inquired about the countess herself, her servants, finance state - just the rumours, he doubted he would get access to actual information. Then he asked about her family and people that lived on the farm. Finally, he inquired about closest cemetery/crypts - pretending to be fearful of the undead. This would be his source of labour and information on countess and farm, he hoped.
"What a lovely smell." The farmer chuckles. "It's been too long since I've smelt such things in this house." He says, massaging and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, before sliding his hands underneath her qipao.
The redhead takes the 'gift', but Cerim isn't sure whether she'll use it. Outside, the merchant gives her an up down look, but then focuses his gaze back on the privy doors, waiting for his reluctant date to emerge.
The woman continues to pour water on the fire until the hay has stopped burning, before dropping the tub on the ground. From the way she rubs her arms, though, Claudia guesses the woman wasn't quite strong enough to throw it anyway. "Fine." She snarls.
Claudia points blade at woman throat. „See, why don’t you cooperate before? It would spares trouble for both of us, don’t you think”? She smiled only with lips, her eyes was wary and cold. „Now, tell me what do you know about Macek. From your previous reaction I assume that you knows him. Tell me where I will find him”.
"I look forward to it as well, Eliza." Ser Oropho smirks, his eyes gazing intensely into the redhead's. His gaze penetrates her, seeming to promise things she can't even understand. Part of her hopes it's some kind of magical power, but her instincts tell her he's not using magic, and probably can't use any spells that don't come from a divine. Against her will, Eliza imagines how her mirror self would react to him. "And Maelon, of course." The dark skinned warrior adds, though he's barely looking at the half-elf, like he's an afterthought. "We're ready to head through the portal to Collingsworth as soon as you are, but I'm happy to grab a seat and answer questions here for as long as you need. I know it's probably all been pretty rushed."
Apparently the countess is quite a private person - rumored to be wealthy. On occasion, there have been disappearances in neighboring villages, but such occurences are common in the Shadowlands. It's unclear how many people live there, but it shouldn't be many - it's far from a huge farm like the 10,000 gold one. For cemeteries and crypts, however, Zendak sees he's lucked out. The Shadowlands are filled with them - both ancient barrows so old no one remembers who's interred there, and more recent graveyards.
Cerim returns to the table and takes a seat, getting another drink as he waits for what happens next. He is eager to see how it all goes. If she does eat the flowers, he will just need to get the merchant drunk enough that he won't be able to interfere and he can just carry the girl out. Hmmm. That would paint a target on his back. Maybe merchant will get drunk on his own? And if she doesn't use it or doesn't use it during the feast? He can just do the usual dance of stalking them, breaking in and carrying them away. The flowers are actually analgesic, but you'd need to boil away all the mild poisons inside of them before drinking the resulting brew.
"Oooh!" Fei shudders, with how open her qipao was, it wasn't difficult for the farmer to reveal her breasts. Letting him see her milky white flesh, topped with enticing pink nipples. "Mmmh." Fei bites her lower lip, letting him do as he pleased, even spreading her stocking-clad legs under the table as her hand slowly moves to rub her crotch.
After getting all the information Zendar smiled, and nodded to the busty elven secretary. "Thank you my dear~" He said with a smile as he gave notes bak to her and walked to the quest board. He made a quick search of possible quests in the area - preferably something with bandits, but he would do with undead or even pest control. He grabbed the quest note that would bring him closest to the farm - after all, he needed a reason to go there. He made his way to countess' family crypt. If he was right, the MILFy countess was responsible for disappearances... But then why was she selling the farm? Ah... That might be a decoy to gather some money. Well, he would wake up her family - husband if she had any, and definitely her mother. Oh, he was looking forward to bending he ghost of MILF over her grave and having his way with her. It's been a while since he had one of ghostly sluts~ so desperate for a living cock~ On the other hand, if the countess had husband, he wondered what would he tell about her~ Maybe he would be up to some no good against his wife~ So many possibilities~ With a hardening cock and smile on his lips, he made his way to the crypt.
Elaine sheats her Sword again, touching her bruised Up Hand. She carries The unconcious Bandit Outside and places him in The Center of The Graveyard and then hides in Plain Site to confirm whether or Not Theres a Creature Roaming The Area.
“I understand,” Eran smiled at the man reassuringly, "I just want to have a look around, see what the place is like. I'm not here to cause any trouble for the lady – or else I would not be talking to you in the first place.” He tried to sound as reassuring and non-threatening as he could, hoping to persuade the guy to let him go up.
“Well…” She leaned in to whisper. “Where I’m staying tonight-” She whispered directions. It really was too bad that she probably wouldn’t see him again after today. Still, ensuring Celeste’s safety came first. But before that happens… She broke away dramatically after giving him the directions, though she felt a slight pain in walking away with her now not faked injury. It was light enough it should be healed good enough before they leave though. “We really must be speaking to the warden.” She made something of a 180. First you attack with fire to ignite the spark, then with the chilling wind of ice that it won’t be so easily satisfied and burn out too quick. Make a man crazy about you that he can’t stop thinking about you. Seduction was about strategy. It would set in over time like a slow burn throughout his day. But… Entertainment aside…Meira felt an internal strain as she motioned for Celeste to follow. There was no telling how tedious the paperwork would be with the warden to straighten this all out.
Eliza gave the hulking man an amused grin, "Ah yes, it has. And that would be most gracious of you Ser Oropho thank you." The trio found a nearby table where they sat and Eliza made a point to hold Maelon's hand as they walked and sat. She looked over at her companion to try and read his expression and convey that she wanted him to finish what he was about to say earlier, but she knew that would probably be better left for a time when it was just the two of them. Her thumb grazed against the back of Maelon's hand gingerly and she smiled up at him affectionately before they sat down. The redhead turned her attention back to the Paladin and felt herself fixed by his intense gaze. The half-elf felt as exposed as her mirror self from the shop earlier and shifted in her seat uncomfortable with the arousal she experienced. "So umm, w-what are you hoping to accomplish in Collingworth, and how will we best be able to help you?" Eliza finally found her voice, still holding Maelon's hand. "I'm not sure about Maelon, but I haven't quite received a full briefing on the matter. What uh- what obstacles can we expect to face? How long should we expect this to take? Do we have lodging if it's going to be an extended stay? Will we need anything for this quest, or is there anything we can acquire before we leave that would be beneficial to have? "On a more personal note you said you were from the Holy Flame? I must admit I've never heard of that Order before. Could you tell me more about it?"
"I'm not cooperatin' because yer' trying to murder a man fer' money." The peasant sneers. "Macek ain't nice, sure, but at least he don't work for the damn king or the count."
Before too long, Cerim sees the two of them return to their table. The redhead looks a little bit queasy.
"Let's head back upstairs... Unless you want the goblin joining in." The farmer breathes in her ear, chuckling.
