[@BigPapaBelial]

Siwa cleared her throat. "Kog, I did as you asked, and couldn't find anyone" she walked over to him slowly, tip-toeing her way closer to him as she looked him over in much the manner one would when observing a piece of meat, briefly running a finger over his strong chest and arms. "We're not gonna do it this instant, of course. Whatever you worked on last night took too much out of you. I'm eager to get on with things, but I'm not blind to your exhaustion. Don't worry, we can fix that." 

She stretched her hands out and gently laid them on his shoulders, starting to gently massage them, letting her skilled fingers work their way into the nooks and crannies of his well-worn muscles. "You do such fine work for our tribe. Surely, you deserve to relax just a bit. Shall we go to your bed? I can't really rub you down very well standing up." She positioned herself in the direction of his room, but she couldn't exactly drag him off to bed. Not unless he wanted to go.


[@Searat]

Breden took a few moments to calm down. He wasn't a coward, but talk of an unwinnable war and the possibility of slavery didn't exactly put his mind at east, either. 

"Griz, we really need to do something about this. I-I understand that it isn't as bad as another Blood War, but this could lead to something bad, especially since magic is involved. What do you think we should do about that necklace? That dragon design looks omin-omen... omenous? Well, however you pronounce it, it looks bad! The shaman should do something about it."