"To drinking," Janius agreed, knocking his mug against Lorag's before taking a sip. "Mmm, that's different." He commented. He still had no idea what the drink was made from, but he didn't mind it so much. "An acquired taste I think," he concluded, before taking a proper swig.

In response to hearing her name, Sabine raised her head from the ingredient she was dicing in front of her, beady eyes gleaming from the campfire. She looked at Lorag, glanced to one side, back to Lorag, shook her head blankly, then returned to her work. At least it was some kind of response, normally silence would be her best respectful sign of disinterest.

"Have you ever had any flights of fancy up in Cheydinhal, Lorag?" Janius asked casually, leaning back again. "You know, lady friends. An Orc like you would have got around a bit, right?"

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It became a bit awkward to move as Ahnasha wrapped her tail around Fendros' leg, he had to make sure he didn't set his legs down too far with his kneel or else squash her tail. Thankfully he didn't need to move back too much. "Well, I could always try to teach you how to massage. It's not too difficult once you've had enough practice." Fendros suggested, "I scratch your back, you... well, maybe not like that, considering your claws." He chuckled at the thought.

Once he was confident that there wasn't much more work to do on her back, Fendros carefully unwrapped Ahnasha's tail from around his leg so he could shuffle down to her legs. [i]Does the tail get sore too?[/i] He pondered as he leg it go to wander with the mind of its own it seemed to have. He treated the legs differently to the back. Rather than rubbing with his thumbs, he grasped the circumference of her leg in one spot with both hands, squeezing her calf with the heels of his palms, starting close to the ankle. After a few moments, he let go and grasped a higher spot. He continued this process up her leg. The legs were not where her anxiety had tightened up her muscles so much, but with the traveling and hunting, not to mention the combat, there was probably relief to be had. It was also slightly playful to see how she reacted to the massage moving up her thighs.

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After jolting in place when Meesei appeared, Ariel sighed in relief while she caught her breath some more. After a swallow, she whispered back to Meesei, "Well, we know one place they are making it, and one place where they are storing it. The other two towers are for lodgings, more rituals, and the hagravens' loft. They might have set up some things in there." Ariel paused, considering their next movements. "We could take a peek in the tower with the lodgings to see if there are any more flasks being made, but I'm not sure. The hagraven's loft, there's no sneaking to be had in there. Oh! And there's also the remains of the lower levels of the keep, we... hold prisoners down there." Ariel's face became apprehensive about that prospect, even more so when she took a quick look at the witches setting up in the courtyard, "The door is very near to the ritual circle, however. That wouldn't be a good idea to try to sneak in. In my opinion, anyway." Ariel closed her eyes and took one more slow breath to calm herself, pouting while she exhaled. "I think I have enough information, though, what do you think? Should we look in one more tower, or go straight for one of the sentinels outside of the keep?"