Catherine was somewhat frustrated. This was a step in the right direction. She was sure of that. Maybe she had to take a different approach to things....putting together a band of people out for rum and gold had it's similarities. She would never take just any person onto her crew, let alone someone who has a reputation for screwing people over. It was pretty standard practice to require having someone speak up for you....adventurers loved getting paid just as much as pirates did. They likely used the same kind of standards that most crews had when it came to organizing things. You didn't want someone useless or greedy to tag along with you, after all. "This is repeat behavior. Then that bears two facts. She certainly must have someone she sells things to....that's a trail, if you have any thoughts on that. The other noteworthy subject.... you keep logs of who has partnered with who in the past, do you not? If she's a known thief and has a history of it, someone must be vouching for her to get the trust of people, so they can split the loot while the other hangs the one out to dry. It's simple thief arithmetic."
Rogriss ignores the question, looking deep in her eyes. "How strange that such an extraordinary woman would be alone. This town truly is filled with weak minded fools." His arms gently slide around her waist, as he pulls her towards him. "I understand how amazing you truly are. Tell me, have you ever been with a nobleman?"
"If you want information about her, talk to Umor." She pointed at old grumpy man with a big grey beard sitting by one of the tables. "He was with her in the same team, once."
The woman blushed again, but quickly fought it. She didn't shook half-orc's hand "I actually was once. I must say, he was posing quite much and was little disappointing, but did do me a favour in return..." She then smirked. "Want to show me your masion? Is this what it is about?"
"True, people of my class often pretend to be more than they are. Perhaps I could prove to you that I'm the genuine article". He smirks back. "Show you my mansion? I'd like to, very much, though it's far from here, out in the countryside. We wouldn't make it tonight. Perhaps it would be best if we rested up at your own lodgings, and then headed out in the morning?"
"I see...thank you, for your time." It wasn't much to go on. The connection was razor thing at best. There was still the possibility of one, or that he would at least know something that could be useful. Stepping away from the counter, she took the old man in sights, trying to size him up as she approached. There was no point in playing the hard interrogator with the man though without any proper facts. Adjusting her eye patch for a second and getting him in the sight of her good field of vision, she strode on over to his table and waited for him to take proper notice of her while she brushed her hair, but mostly just scanning for all the exit points and escape routes in the room, as was her custom. "Excuse me, sir. I apologize if I am interrupting your business. Would it be too troublesome to ask for you to converse with me?"
"Oh, was that all about that? Never planned to go to the site, did you?" She bit her lower lip then smirked. She turned to Rogriss, his hand still around her waist, and pressed her chest against his. She then looked into his eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He could feel her erect nipples on his chest.
The man's visible body and face were covered in scars. His eyes were sharp, and they didn't loose the edge, despite the alcohol he was drinking. As Catherine approached, his eyes landed on her. Her looking around did not escape him. As she sat down and posed her question, he nodded with respect. "Sure thing lass. You seem experienced and are for my old eyes, so it should be pleasant talk."
He smirks. "We'll go to the site. But, you're stressed from work. It wouldn't do to have you inspect a buisiness proposal like that. Let us head to your abode, first, where the two of us can relax, and then, weariness abated, we'll inspect the site." He grins at her, enjoying the feeling of her body against his. "As to whether I'm trying to seduce you, most certainly yes. Is it working?"
His connection wasn't quite clear yet. Saying the wrong thing would be bad. But she also took a rough guess at the kind of person he was from the grizzled face. He wouldn't favor a too soft approach to issues, but was clearly a seasoned adventurer and likely loved to boast about the achievements he had in his career. All in all, as it turns out, adventuring, bounty hunting and piracy, weren't all that different in the way things went on at their core. The only difference seemed to be the legal spectrum of things. "I should hope. You do strike me as the type who would rather get to the point, than dance with words around the issue at hand. I have a few things I need from you. Let's start with the easy ones, if you'll indulge. A stiff drink than we can share and to hear about your adventures, which you clearly had plenty of. I plan on assembling a crew eventually and making a proper profit. My instincts don't lie, but I want to hear it for myself. Try selling yourself to me."
Sieglinde bit her lip as she pressed her chest on the half-orc harder. "Oh, yes. It certainly works." She answers hotly, before sliding from his hands. She leads him to her appartment - a four story block. Her place is at second level. She invites Rogriss inside and closes the door behind him.
The man laughed with a deep voice. "Yeah! I am experienced. I live, because I do like to know what's the job before I sign on it. And I ain't signing on anything I don't know or don't understand." He took a swing. "Woman, either tell me what's the job or get out. I don't sign in blind for quests. Made that mistake to many times..."
Sieglinde returns affections. She hugged him and kissed him for a moment, before stepping back. She then stepped away and threw her coat and garments covering her sensitive parts on the ground. Rogriss could see her round perky breasts, her pussy, dripping with need, her well tonnes stomatch... Not even bothering to take of her gloves or boots, the teacher walked up to half orc with a sway of her hips and clicking of her heels. She pressed herself against him again, kissing him and throwing her leg over his waist.
"Ha! Do ye' seriously want me to try an' paint the 'ole picture o' the open sea?" She smiled for a second, then stopped to clear her throat, getting too excited to maintain the proper mannerisms. "Well, I can't fully explain all the appeal of it. Why don't we start with the basics? Adventure, rum, and gold. Every member of the crew is entitled to an equal say and their fair share. All that's asked is that those who take up the call of the sea, truly commit to the common good of the group. Nobody, not even the captain may put themselves before the crew. How does that life sound? Job security. All the drink you could want and always knowing that your people have your backs...and I think that's something you really want."
"Job security, ha! A good one, if I heard one!" Thanks man laughed loudly, then smirked at the woman. "I will have to pass on that one, lass. In my age running from law, is bad for my bones! Besides, I hate water." He took another sip from cup. "Now, if you danced around enough, why don't you get to the subject for which you started this, so far, entertaining conversation."
"Age might not be the problem you think it is....I'm not exactly in my prime these days either...but there might be a way around that...no more talk of that, however. I'll win you over eventually, anyway. I always manage to. The issue at hand is the matter of what you may consider..." She waved a hand, thinking about the correct way to phrase things "An uncomely wench. Camila Gayso. She has made quite the nuisance for herself and left a lot of people very angry. I'm here on secondary business as the solution to that little problem. I'm looking to track her down for her crimes and only her."
"And now, we reach the heart of the matter. "He leaned forward. "She ain't my problem, but yeah. I know of her... about her. But it will cost you. Five gold coins." He said seriously.
Rogriss puts a finger inside her, feeling her dripping pussy, before he slips a hand under her leg, and the other bind her neck, and carries her into the bedroom. The half-orc throws her onto the bed, and positions himself on top of her, stripping the fancy clothes from his body on the way. He kisses her hard, his tongue dancing with hers, before he moves down, licking at her breasts, kissing her toned stomach, until finally he faces her cooch. "Did that other nobleman do this for you?" He begins to skillfully eat her out, tongue caressing the teacher's clit.
Sieglinde's eyes widened, behind her glasses. She immediately arched, shivering, as Rogriss' tongue slid over her labia. "Gods, he didn't!" She exclaimed as her hands grabbed the sheets, her teeth bitting on her tie. Her entire body was in the air, arched, only her head, arms and heels were on the bed, as she pushed her pussy further into half-orc's skilled mouth. It didn't take her long to scream with pleasure as she finally reached her climax. She collapsed on bed, barely able to move, tears of pleasure flowing down her eyes, her sex juices covering Rogriss' chin.
