Melody hadn't expected Kengetar to actually clutch his hand, even if the moment had been short. Again, as she had when first she'd seen his impressive manhood dangling before him, Melody found her mind overwhelmed by lewd thoughts of things she could be doing with him other than eating, drinking, and telling stories. But their hands separated, and Melody forced the lustful thoughts out of her brain.

[color=orange]"Yes, I will do this for you,"[/color]

She smiled slightly, responding only, "Good."

Melody stood and moved to the tent's door flap, speaking to someone beyond it. She returned, and a moment later Broon entered. She told him, "Kapiten, please escort our guest to one of the Sedent tents." She looked to the officer, asking, "How many are erected?"

Broon's face filled with an expression of confusion. "They are all erected, m'lady ... for your people."

"I think we can spare one tent, can't we Kapiten?" Melody asked; of course, she really wasn't asking. Broon nodded.

Melody turned to Kengetar again. She studied him a moment, during which she found herself thinking [i]This is either the greatest idea I have ever had or the worse ... and if it's the latter ... I have not long to live.[/i]

"You are free to return to your people, Kengetar," Melody said, adding with emphasis, "[i]Without[/i] shackles." She looked to her Captain; he once again sported that confused expression. She ordered, "You will remove the bindings on the Sedent, Kapiten ... [i]now[/i]." 

As expected, Broon didn't immediately react, but after a long moment, he dutifully nodded and saluted, saying before he turned and left, "[i]Yes[/i], m'lady."

Melody looked to the barbarian again, turned sideways to him, and gestured a hand politely toward the tent's exit.