Had she been seeing things? Had it really mattered? R had not seen anything that would have slowed him down and s he continued on with that quest of his, his tongue driving into her as he gathered up more and more nectar, that muscle sweeping over that sensitive spot buried within her, her passage made ready, so slick and moist.

Driven on by those sounds of encouragement as well as those words he had not finished until she was spent and had dropped back to the bed receiving a few more licks against her labia now as Roc slowed down, his hand rubbing her clit slowed as well though hand and tongue soon halted.

He unwinded her legs from around his neck then and drew away her hand. Peeking up at her he bestowed a smile to her then crawled up her body at one point she would feel his hardness touch the inside of her thigh, warm and hard as if the recent drink had given him a bit of vigor.

A hand smoothly swept over a breast rubbing it back and forth, nice and slow. His eyes now cast down into her fiery ones as he set a hand between her thighs casually tracing about her labia. “You taste sweet my dear.”

As she heard those words though she felt something smooth and wet lick at one of her nipples though there was nothing there, bringing her mind back to the door … there was someone else here, now she was certain of it!

Flame clung to her senses which were fading away little by little with every luscious height he bestowed unto the woman at his hands, the edges of her vision flickering in the aftermaths of another orgasm and the previous infusion of alcohol as her well endowed body descended onto the sheets after having each and every fibre of her being bombarded by an onrush of sensory overload, finally given a rest after his expert performance.

Throughout their journey she hadn't slept in an actual bed until now although it didn't appear as though she was getting much rest tonight, not that the sorceress found herself opposed to that stream of thoughts even given her lack of sleep these past few days as Roc kept her on that high just a little longer.

Breathing heavier than before she registered the rigid and hot length against her inner thigh, reminding the young woman that they weren't quite done as there were desires left to be tended.

She offered up a soft smile when her companion came undone from the lock of her legs and slithered upon her bountiful frame, higher as to bring himself closer again. His loving affections struck tender nerves, her body numb save for the rougher touch that cascaded upon her skin, setting off miniature sparks of electricity which were sweeping through her hips and chest.

His words caused the already existing crimson shade on her cheeks to intensify, nearly matching the color of her hair though her expression remained the same, her feminine touch flowing over a cheek of his own. Her lips parted in an urge to respond, the words lingered on her tongue, but instead of speaking her eyes dashed toward her impressive bust.

Their drinks could've done many things, but not this! Slight dampness washed over a hardened nub, not entirely unfamiliar in regards to the sensation although under the circumstances Flame contemplated the matter in that blissful haze she was caught up in, reflecting on the door she believed to have seen in motion. She didn't see anything right then and there, but the feeling was as real as ever. Maybe it wasn't a fantasy after all, perhaps simply someone with the ability of turning invisible, yes, that made some sense in her addled mind, that and the fact that Fae were capable of vanishing from sight as someone they knew quite well had done several times before, not that her fleeting suspicion held much value as close as they were to numerous Fae in the area.

Instead of bursting into a fit of rage, however, Flame tamed herself and sought to catch the intruder red handed, at least for the moment given her drunken state and seeing that Stratos almost set her off at the mere thought of bedding with the fiery sorceress, surely only the most daring would wager that they fared any better in any similar circumstances. Thus she reached out, determined to seize who or what snuck in and deliberately ruined their moments of privacy.

“What's wrong?” Her look away seemed to have alerted the Dwarf that something had been amiss. One moment it had seemed that she was about to kiss him with the next her looking away. He had not seemed troubled though.

Granted he had not witnessed what she had and thus had not believed that there was anyone there at all so he figured that she might have had a moment of clarity, that this might have been the human conscience playing with her that this had been wrong or something but he wasted no time in dipping his head back to one of those perfect tits and sucking on it.

Though at the same time she had reached out, still feeling something upon her she had an idea where to guide her hand, it closing about something that immediately stopped licking at her nipple as it squirmed and writhed in her grasp with a low gurgling sound that she could have covered with a series of moans.

What she felt was smooth, dry and scaly … it was long too, like a serpent. If she had not covered up the gurgling sound Roc's attention would be drawn to it as well, otherwise he would still be attacking that orb, devouring it with lips and tongue ...

Essentially Roc was not to blame for the sudden distraction which seemed to have crossed her mind and while her breasts were naturally quite sensitive, something other than the Dwarf dampened the impact on her arousal and inevitably caused the fires of passion to dwindle at a steady rate. Flame had been caught up in a turmoil of emotions that she couldn't truly put in any logical order for how often would such circumstances ever arise throughout their lifetime?

Initially she'd covered up the sounds of whatever squirmed beneath her grasp with enticed moans and the occasional gasp, trying to withstand the pleasant attention projected onto the entrapped orb even though she never let up on the intruder, keeping him close for the time being.

"H-hold on for a moment, Roc.", she managed amidst the heated sounds that filled the air, another free hand cautiously setting on his shoulder followed by a gentle push that emphasized on her request. "We're not alone."

What the sorceress captured became apparent quite soon as the recollection of the events that night revealed that none of the patrons they'd seen earlier matched the unusual texture within her hand, presumably seized by the throat as well judging by the sounds coming from that particular specimen. Unless any of them were shapeshifters or anything of the sort Flame concluded that it had to be someone else and a single individual she had the pleasure of knowing felt much the same.

"And you ..", she adressed the newcomer, eyes of fiery red pinned to their unseen guest as she was speaking with a distinct hint of annoyance at the thought that it might've been Spencer or another of his kind. "Either you drop your disguise or I'll squeeze until you stop moving."

“Huh? What?” Roc looked though he took his attention away from the softness of her breast. He saw that Flame was grasping something though there was nothing there in her grasp. It was a relatively easy spell, he was about to pierce the veil of invisibility when Flame made her demands.

Sure enough a shape began to materialize, caught red handed, the orange Fairy Dragon came into view. Flame was grasping Spencer by the neck though the Fae was hovering in place with his butterfly wings.

Spencer set a claw over Flame's hand patting it as if telling her to ease up on her hold. Roc seemed furious turning a deeper shade of red. If Flame wasn't holding him and thus injury possible to her the Dwarf may have struck out at the Fae.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” To which Spencer could only point to the hand that had held him captive until Flame eased up a little. When she did he would answer.

“I came with news about that Pixie … er … Willow and er … I heard sounds and … ah, well when I um looked … Fae?” He added the last part as if that explained everything though he cringed as if he expected to be hit.

Flame eased the pressure on his neck enough for Spencer to respond, wary of strangling their diminutive companion despite the fact that she was furious, her cheeks beat red as glazed over crimson eyes glance at the Fae somewhat wearily, the daze of rum and sex taking its toll on her. His explanation did little good in appealing to her in any sort of way, the Elementalist in that drunken state as temperamental as fire itself.

"God fucking damn it, Spencer, I should just-" But she wouldn't hit him, doing so would merely justify the reasoning that he'd already been punished for intruding on them. Instead she pushed him away, flung the little guy toward a corner of the room as best as she could from her position, certain that he would regain balance halfway there while in the meantime Flame squirmed out from beneath Roc, seeking to cover up at least though it was doubtful he hadn't seen everything.

It was a mad scramble for the sheets which the red head draped over herself like an all encompassing cocoon save for the head portion of her being, leaving some for the Dwarf if he had any need for such a thing although it would never be enough to feel as she did before.

She simply wanted to run, hide somewhere else and while getting dressed had been an option, the young woman realized that while intoxicated she wasn't going to get very far, let alone stay without company if any of the other patrons were still around. Getting lost, perhaps kidnapped for a night of fun, there was the other room they reserved for themselves though they were three in numbers. Spencer probably wouldn't last long with Roc and Flame couldn't even tolerate the presence of the former anymore, meaning he'd have to sleep outside, but she hadn't figured that out entirely.

"So you heard us and instead of having the decency to leave us alone, you came in and wanted a slice of me, too? What the hell were you thinking?!" Angry and embarrassed with nowhere to run, Flame curled up in the comfort of her fashioned shell, eyes dropping to the floor beside the bed in a mix of frustration and humiliation. "This is as embarrassing as it gets .."

Pushed back he tumbled in the air and used a Feather Fall to slow his momentum enough t regain control before slamming into the corner though it was apparent that she was angered … that the two of them had been angered … neither had been Fae after all and the Faerie Dragon was not thinking at all, hearing those sounds was like being lured by a Siren's song and he had thought nothing of it as he had been drawn towards it like a moth to a flame, or rather a Faerie Dragon to a Flame …

Spencer had been confused considering what they had spoken about earlier though he supposed he had overstep his bonds here since earlier they had only spoken about him watching. The Fae had not even factored in that she wasn't with Nicodemus either. It was normal amongst the Fae, even married ones, to dally amongst their peers physically provided there was no emotional connection established it had been alright.

“I … uh ...” he looked down at the floor and to the side small fore-claws wrung together as he hovered there before them. “Willow's back … she went to see a Necromancer ...”

Sensing the tension in the room that was the news that initially brought him here. There were few places for them to stay so it was easy to track them down. “Yeah ...” He vanished again, perhaps to leave the pair.

“Necromancer ...” Roc repeated though Spencer was still invisible. He wasn't a Fae so he was using the sheets provided too though the door to the room opened and closed once more indicating that they were alone once more or that Spencer was tricking them and still there near the door but he was gone, Roc confirmed this with a spell. He also shook his head as he looked back at Flame.

He had a dour look on his features though wasn't as red either with embarrassment or anger or both. “Fae have few taboos, Necromancy is one of them. Learning it, aligning with it, associating with it. Often an Enchanter doesn't learn Necromantic spells since you can't control the minds of the Undead. There are certain Necromantic spells that give you control over Necromantic energy that fuels them, in a way mind control or rather bodily control sine you control the energy you an compel the creature to act as you wish it too.”

With her memory as it was he supplied her with some information as that calmness began to reassert itself, though it was evident he was still upset.

Having Spencer join the nubile sorceress in her travels, Flame recalled the offer with at least a semblance of clarity and the four seconds she had to present herself to him in the nude for that to happen in the first place. He was charming, indeed, her thoughts on that hadn't changed, but his intrusion came as sudden as it was unexpected and intolerable by the human mindset she held, let alone her dwarven companion who must've been the polar opposite to any Fae out there.

Naturally she knew that the Fae weren't taken aback by a less reserved stance on sexual matters, but in her drunken state even that knowledge hadn't convinced her to let him off easy and without venting a bit of her frustration in the process.

Worse than that, they all knew about what transpired that night. While in truth she thought highly of Nicodemus she'd given herself to Roc, the latter well aware of her affection for the former and now that Spencer knew about their passionate joining Flame feared that somehow, something would go wrong with her daringly flirting and bedding another man should he interpret into what he'd seen.

But that wasn't important at the time for the Angel would return the next day, in the evening to be precise and until then surely the situation could be defused one way or another. With any luck she might even forget about the whole incident although she didn't count on it.

Spencer told them of Willow and her activities during their journey through the Dark Wood before vanishing from sight, leaving the two of them to their own devices as the door opened and closed once again. Roc didn't seem to take note of the Fae any longer, thus confirming that he was no longer in their presence though it did little good in saving what they shared moments before. Passion and arousal were replaced by less favorable feelings and it was doubtful she'd be caught by the raging fires of bliss once more.

His aid provided some insight, but the red head's senses were clouded and not really in any condition to maintain a stream of thought for too long. "Well, at least we know there is more to Willow than meets the eye."

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to think of any connection of today's events within her mind. "To be perfectly honest with you, I don't know where that leaves us. I have no idea how that relates to Lilac or why she sent us to gather sap from her possessed tree unless that Necromancer has his or her hands in play, which once again leaves us with more to investigate."

"But not tonight, I'm afraid I'm far too spent to pursue any more villains today, thanks to you .." Touching upon his shoulder Flame smiled softly in an attempt to lessen the tension in the air while all along she considered the possibility of kissing him as thanks for the lovely evening which came to an abrupt end, but dismissed that thought in case he proved as dour as his expression made him appear to be. "I really had a great time, but maybe .. maybe it would be wiser for us to catch up on some sleep .. We'll have our hands full tomorrow and I might have sobered up enough by then that I may actually be of some use to us."

How that had measured up, the information that they had received had Roc thinking over the matter for a minute. His temperament seemed to cool when he had confirmed that they had been alone as he let his mind trace over the matter some.

“I'm not sure how it connects. Willow is gathering up the sap from a tree that has been possessed by a Demon that has tainted it and possessed a Dryad whereas a Nymph and she had some tension set up between them.

“At first it looked as if the Nymph was in the wrong but we discovered that the Demon was trying to have her killed until that cursed Troll showed up. Why there has been no further attempts on her life is unknown right now. In any case Willow is and Enchantress and the sap is some sort of component for memory spells … Necromancy is often seen as evil and is a huge taboo among the Fae and controls magic over the Undead and life and death itself. All that keeps flowing threw my head is that Necromancers tend not to learn Enchantments because they're useless on the Undead and Enchanters tend to avoid Necromantic spells because they focus on living minds so the two are complimenting one another in some way that warrants further investigation.” Roc might not have been recounting all the details correctly but he was making a quick run down of events.

“Perhaps … perhaps ...” Roc ran through a series of matters within his head. “It's speculation but what if the sap from the tree is tainted with some Demonic essence that the Necromancer, having command over biological means altered in some way after the Enchanter alters it to work on the mind. Some sort of mind control or a means of allowing Demons a gateway into our realm r something like that, I don't know ...”

He was brainstorming though she was right, sleep was probably for the best. He had seemed to have settled down some by the time he finished explaining about possibilities. His anger at the ruined mood had not been directed at her after all and he eagerly sealed his lips to her own.

“Thank you, Flame,” he said once more, kissed her lips and smiled upon her before dressing.

The night had not been further intruded upon though by morning when they had met in the main dining hall neither had encountered Spencer, though Roc had not mentioned it.

There was no breakfast crowd, only them, their waitress and Stratos who was sitting by himself as usual enjoying a fine red wine with his steak and eggs. He looked in their direction but once, lifting his hand that was holding a fork in a wave of sorts as he gestured in their direction and went back to his meal.

"You don't have to thank me, the pleasure is all mine." Her lips set against his, the sensual richness of her feminity splayed upon the sturdy Dwarf in a moment of newly inflamed passion and only for a moment did she wish for him to stay. Regrettably Spencer brought their night of passion to a grinding halt and while the spark was there it hadn't managed to invigorate the glowing embers at her core. She smiled when he got up still, keenly following him with a slight yearning amidst glazed over crimson orbs though such was destined to pass, as was his deteriorated mood by the time they reunited in the morning.

An Enchantress and Necromancer working hand in hand, from what Flame gathered they were a recipe for disaster and to think that she was to be subjected to the influence of tainted sap, regardless of whether her memories could be unlocked or they were dealing with a hidden agenda entirely, put the red head at a certain unease. Whichever the case, the news merely added another bullet point of things they had to tend to, let alone deal with them before they ever had the chance to escalate.

But those were concerns for another day as the weariness caused by their travels draped over the boozed elementalist after an eventful journey thus far, worries that kept her awake previously were drowned out by that pleasant buzz which had the young woman droop to the sheets below, wearily adjusting her posture and sliding underneath the covers that swiftly lulled her into a comforting sleep.

In the morning Flame felt the effects of her actions when at first she proved unsteady on her feet before she went on to freshen up, enjoying the luxury found here by comparison to spending the night in a forest, nothing quite as delightful as the shower cabin Nicodemus offered back at the prison but more than she was used to. Thankfully she was spared the nausea from gulping down as much as she did though that did not prevent the slight hint of dizziness when she first got up.

Roc did leave the fiery sorceress with a gift, however, albeit a temporary one for sitting on the edge of the bed had each and every muscle within her body tense up in a sudden onrush of a subtly hidden stinging sensation, the reminder of his monstrous girth stretching her backdoor beyond anything she recalled from memory. Getting dressed suddenly became a whole new experience.

Upon leaving her bedchamber she would've knocked on his door yet lacked the knowledge on where his room was, perhaps adjacent to hers although she didn't want to disturb anyone she didn't know, thus setting out for a place within the premises to wait for him, but even here he beat her in time and was on the scene before his female companion.

"Good morning." Flame greeted him with a warm smile, breathing a sigh of relief absentmindedly at crossing paths with the Dwarf without having to look for him. "Have you slept well? I certainly think that actual beds beat the woods or Goblins Warrens any day."

Her eyes wandered to Stratos who was dining here, the only other patron aside from the unusual pair though she refrained from returning his gesture, his implications the other day still placing him on her bad side, but the pleasant smell of his meal reminded her of her own empty stomach. Casually searching her pockets she was looking for a few gems they might have left although she couldn't recall if they had any or if Roc managed their financial situation, the alcohol leaving minor portions of the evening in a blur.

Come to think of it, Spencer wasn't to be found anywhere. Presumably neither of them knew where he spent the night, let alone where he would have breakfast if not in their presence although it might be for the better as of now. Perhaps they shouldn't have shouted at him, even in their well justified rage, they might just end up looking for him instead of pursuing their goals though she may have to persuade Roc into doing so shound Spencer not turn up on his own. "Lucky you Dwarves have a hard time getting drunk, I still feel a tad under the weather."

His room had been next to her own though he had woke early and came don her rather than disturbing her rest. The Dwarf at one side of the room and the Sylph at the other end despite all the empty seats at this early hour.

He was joined by Flame about 45 minutes later, by then the Sylph had stopped studying the maps he had been looking over when he had ordered and received some breakfast backing the maps away. It occurred to Roc that those might not have been maps at all but scrolls, he was not close enough to see the contents nor did he ask about them.

Roc had noted that she did not even return the wave of the Sylph when she got there. He did not seem offended and went back to eating as Flame found that she still had a few gemstones on her, evidentally Roc had left her with some, he had more than enough wealth that he kept transporting to himself swapping out the component of stone with his own treasure trove though it must have appeared that he was transmuting the stones into precious ones.

“Good morning,” he returned as she looked over her finances not that he had been concerned with them since he could always summon more of his wealth to him should they need it.

“I slept well, probably the best I had in years, though missing out on a night of sleep wouldn't have hurt either ...” a ruined moment, alas but there was no sense making a fuss over it. He turned his mind to this evening and what was to be done as far as the day went. They probably couldn't do too much seeing that they had to meet with Nicodemus later that evening.

“Dwarfs on a whole are tough to get drunk, especially with Fae liquor. I, do to my training cannot be poisoned and technically speaking alcohol is a poison so it doesn't work on me now, such a burden alas seeing how Dwarfs are resistant to poisons anyway, it's a trade but a though one for a Dwarf to make. How often do you have to deal with deadly toxins. If I were milking snakes of venom to make anti-venom it would be a useful trait or lied in an area with a lot of poisonous spiders.

“Wyverns have a poisonous stinger and a lot of the giant vermin have poisons but I rarely encounter them living underground the giant bugs I deal with are often beetles and ants though the Dark Elves use an abundance of poisons and spiders even.

“What is on our agenda today? I haven't seen Spencer so either we look for him all morning or get started with things, he knows that we are suppose to meet with Nicodemus later so he knows where to meet us. My guess is that he'll stay away for a bit and let things cool down.”

In truth Flame hadn't welcomed the very thought of Stratos, let alone being in the same room as him, but thankfully for either of them setting him on fire for his remarks wasn't on her mind any longer. Likely the Sylph proved superior should the young sorceress try, but digging through her mind and suggesting such lewd things, no matter how much she was drawn to them, seemed to be a downright loathsome stream of thoughts. The memories inherited by her mother might've had a part to play in his approach, not that she could recall every single detail with any semblance of clarity although few could tame her in the bedroom, that much was true, but she refrained from answering his gesture with any similar sign of acceptance regardless.

"I wouldn't have minded passing up on sleep tonight .." Perhaps ruined, but not wasted in any sense of the word as she recalled their personal adventure and how pure ecstasy let every patron of the inn know of their ceaseless passion that night. She was graced by a tinge of rose as heat rose to her cheeks beyond speaking those words while she got seated before him, calling the waitress over for breakfast with some of the remaining gemstones in her pockets.

Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and some orange juice, the last breakfast she shared with Nicodemus and while Flame forgot about the home fries she didn't wish to order anything else. Even with the events that transpired the night before he couldn't be erased from memory nor the feelings she held for the Angel and waiting the entire day for their reunion, however brief it may be in the end, would simply be too long. Like this, at least his memory had been by her side.

Bedding with Roc wasn't a mistake, she believed it to have done more good than bad and while it may seem vile to think along those lines, as long as Nicodemus didn't know they wouldn't be in trouble. Unfortunately enjoying glasses of alcoholic beverages was an incredible misjudgement on her part, seeing that they tried getting with child she'd have to pass up on drinking any more from now on though where rational thought failed her once, the shock upon realizing that mistake in the morning certainly helped.

"You're right about how often someone might deal with deadly toxins. I for one don't remember ever standing face to face with anything poisonous, but then again my memories have been suppressed, so .." She flashed a smile at that, playing it off as though she were a blind person commenting on a piece of art.

"I wasn't born to be a fighter. You, on the other hand, must find it to be a whole lot more useful than it would ever be to me." Funnily enough she wasn't born in any conventional sense, but then again she didn't think of herself as an apparatus, a machine without heart or soul. She leaned in then, grinning slyly in recollection of their source of entertainment, lowering her voice in case anyone else had been listening. "Besides, I highly doubt you'd need alcohol for a little bit of fun."

She pondered on Spencer for a moment. "I'm sure he'll turn up eventually, until then we have more important things to do. Unless he doesn't meet us along with Nicodemus I wouldn't be too worried, we're near his home after all."

"We need Willow for the enchanted arrows and whether they can erase memories permanently or not, having at least some clarification under which circumstances we can rid Lilac of the demon would really be helpful. Of course we'll have to look for another Priest afterwards, but surely it'll only be a matter of time before we come across someone that is willing to assist for a reasonable price." Her attention had been turned to Stratos briefly, wondering if he'd been tuning in to their conversation or their surface thoughts, but let up on that concern as swiftly as it occured.

"Perhaps she wants to meddle with my suppressed memories in which case I'm not sure what I should do. If I refuse or talk my way out of it again she might grow suspicious, but I'd rather play it safe and let Nicodemus help me with that some other time as I trust him more than her, plus I'm in no rush to have them back immediately."

"Unless she has figured out that the sap is not from the possessed tree, however, I doubt she and the Necromancer will be going anywhere, so we should see to the Dryad first and then take care of business back here. What do you think?"

“Such a splendid idea,” he smiled, though he had figured that they would have to see what the evening brought he was not opposed to thinking that way, which reminded him that he needed a knew belt given the way she had twisted it was all frayed up but for the memory such a matter was inconsequential with his wealth.

Looking upon him one would not realize that he was so well off, that he could probably buy this village and everything in it two or three times. Yet money did not seem to have a huge hold on him. He had given away most of his wealth to his community where even a small slice of Kale's hoard had been immense.

He too got a bit of breakfast and reflected upon her comment about poisons. “I am more than two – well, I'm too old,” he laughed at that a little yet he appeared as fit as any adult Dwarf. “I have tangle with less than half a dozen Wyverns though Giant Spiders and Dark Elves have been more numerous in my encounters even those were rare, our territories did not overlap too often.

“But combat, yes, that is quite important.” He grinned a little with the additional comment. “Oh, I don't need it as I am happy to show you anytime.”

Stratos seemed unresponsive to their conversation as he sat across the room from them. He drank his wine from where he was and either he had been use to people thinking ill about him or even good about him that when it occurred he showed no reaction to it. Hopefully he was not listening in though there were some extrasensory abilities that Arcane spells one had to be fairly close but the stronger one was the further away from a target they had to be. Stratos could be ease dropping if he were skilled come to think of it.

He had pondered something regarding a priest of some sort. “There are options we can look into but that memory suppressant, in the arrows or otherwise would help. Yet we are told that Willow has an unlikely associate so her help may be questionable. I agree that Spencer can be dealt with later, we'll see him later today any way so it's focusing on what we can do now.

“It is dangerous to let Willow tamper with your memories. I can't see what her aim is so she could wind up controlling you as far as I now. There may be a way to protect your mind but that falls under Psi magic for the most part. Barriers in place that any sort of tampering can't get around, maybe something that allows you to reassert control whenever you like. I am not sure, but he would know,” his eyes slid to Stratos for a moment then back to her.

“We know what to expect with Lilac. A druid may do us better in that they have command over nature and can deal with the mess we were in last time. You would have to deal with him and finding rangers and druids amongst the Fae would take less than an hour, I think we could find one by then or get pointed in the right direction to a powerful druid. If we free Lilac of her possession then we might get out of having to dangle with a Necromancer in the near future though we still would have to deal with him or her eventually. Whatever he is doing with the Fae might be delayed a fair bit. Of course when it comes to an exorcism or the like then the priest is the way to go. It makes dealing with the minions tougher but manageable.

“Of course next time we could have both with us which should make things much easier.”

Another night such as the last did sound tempting although at heart Flame couldn't simply brush off the idea that she betrayed Nicodemus with another man, not after confessing her love for the one she held dearly and while dismissing any guilt the first time around, committing to the sinful endeavors their moments of fiery passion entailed a second time would be an unforgivable mistake. Perhaps Roc merely served as an alternative in case the news of her true nature would upset the Angel and that was just as low and vile as anything evil they sought to wipe out these days, nothing that the Dwarf deserved despite how much he seemed to have enjoyed their lust and sweat riddled sex.

Wealth hadn't truly mattered when it came down to the foundation of her interests, for all she knew even warrior monks had little to show for their servitude or even nothing as one may suspect. While she remained under the impression that he shaped ordinary stones into gems, without displaying that talent or the hidden wealth she'd known nothing about their journey wouldn't have gone any differently, not even last night. Looks were irrelevant to the sorceress as well, Spencer and Whitney were the living proof of that and while she and the old man weren't alone at the time she might've taken a lot more kindly to his compliments if they weren't bound by such unfavorable circumstances.

He brought up Stratos, four eyes centered on the Sylph in that moment as Flame considered the possibilities then eyed her travelling companion once more. "I suppose I ought to ask him for advice before we depart, then. Maybe she'll try something, maybe not, but I'm not about to risk losing my freedom again and become a puppet in their hands .. I'll talk to Stratos when we're finished with our breakfast, I wouldn't want to lose my appetite already." Let alone the price for mere information as his aid alone would cost the busty red head a fortune should they not manage to find someone else to take his place.

"You could visit her by yourself if you're afraid she might tamper with my memory." That thought occured to her, although the abilities of an Enchantress went beyond Flame due to never having studied their arts before or thanks to the lock on her memories which denied that knowledge. Perhaps heading there alone was risking too much. "By the way, I told her you were injured fighting the Dragon and that you twisted your ankle a fair bit. Keep that in mind while we're there, but I doubt you'll need to act the part."

"Just in case we should see to both. It's still early and we've got quite a while to gather the people we need for our undertaking and given enough currency I'm sure we won't have a shortage of those willing to join us. Another Priest may be more difficult to find than a Druid in these parts, but I'm confident that we'll accomplish our goal long before noon."

"Spencer might know where the Necromancer is and what he or she looks like since he followed Willow throughout the day, that should make our search easier when we've dealt with Lilac and still have time left before nightfall."

“It sounds like a plan. Wealth is not so much the issue with our search. I should revise that a little. We will find at least one priest in a temple or shrine but they will not wish to brave the elements. The trick is finding one that is willing to travel and can hold their own well enough with the threat out there. If you wish we could split up with one of us looking for a cleric, the other a druid then meet back up sometime later.

“As far as Willow I'm unsure how Enchantments work on you. Constructs are immune to mind based magic and effects but you're more like a living Construct with your own thoughts and feelings s they might affect you. Same goes with Psi magic … come to think of it Stratos picked up n your thoughts before so I'm willing to bet they would work as they would on a human.”

Roc theorized these things then considered further. “Dwarfs are resistant to magic. My training as a warrior monk has strengthened my mind against Enchantments so while I can in theory be enspelled it's about as likely as me hitting the moon with a hurled stone. Perhaps I could get the sap from her and we could check it outside of her presence and decide what to do from there.

“It could give us some insight on what she and the Necromancer are trying to do as well if she's tampered with it. If she insists on keeping the sap or having you use it while there we can assume she's done something with it and later resolve the issue in some way.”

He looked back to Stratos. “I'll let you go speak to him but I'm right her. If there's an issue scratch the top of your head and I'll be straight over. If things look ugly I'll be over too.”

He let her approach the Sylph though if she insisted that he came with her he would too, if it placed her more at ease so be it.

By then Stratos had been finished with breakfast as well finishing up with some wine before beginning his day when she approached (alone or not). He looked towards Flame as she moved up towards him though he wasn't Fae he was close enough … the Sylph were elemental cousins classified as both an Elemental (Air) and Fae.

“Good morning. I'm assuming that you hadn't changed your mind,” considering her actions the day before that was a safe assumption. He gestured to seats across from him though if Flame remained standing he continued seemingly taking no offense in such a rebuff.

“What can I assist you with?”