Catarina was still fast asleep, having spent most of the night making love to Vivian. It's been too long since she's felt a more gentle touch against her skin, and what was only suppose to be a few moments of passion became a night of pleasure. Even now Catarina was still a bit sore from all the play she did. As Vivian roused the warrior awake however, the drow's warm smiled gave Catarina's body new found strength. Sitting up, Catarina realized she was nude and at first used the bed sheet to covered her. but it was only Vivian in this room: Malkus had already left. Catarina came to the slow realization that she had spent that entire night with Vivian while Malkus was only five feet away. "Oh gods... I hope he didn't hear us..."
But there was much to do this morning. Today would be their first day under the employ of the inquisitor to hunt down that vampire. Catarina wasn't entirely sure what their first move would be, but whatever it was Catarina would have to get ready for it. She'll need to get dressed, find something to eat, get her gear prepared, and ready her mind, body, and soul for the battle ahead. But first, once Catarina was out of bed, she snuck a kiss onto Vivian's cheek. "I'll be ready soon." Catarina changed into some simple garbs, just a plain cotton robe and shoes made locally. Her favorite trouser and tunic were still soiled with sweat from yesterday, she she'll need to get it washed. Fortunately she could still wear her armor over the robes, she just needed to adjust the cloth around her legs. Once she was ready she left with Vivian to find something to eat.
Parum wasn't much of a drinker. Oh sure, she could sip wine all night, and she knew that alcohol were good money, but if she had any choice the only thing she'd drink was water. Alcohol dulled her senses and frankly, it was an acquired taste. A taste she never bothered to acquired. That, and if Parum didn't pace herself, she could easily get herself drunk. And no one would benefit from a soused halfling on the loose. So while she and Erika drank, Parum made sure to just have some watered down brandy, eating breadrolls with each drink.
She spent the other part of that night chatting with the locals as if she was an old friend. Most of the drunks and patrons were nothing but regular laborers, lamenting about their low wages or their lack of application. Parum pretended to care to coax more information from them, but alas, nothing but a bunch of complainers. Still, it was people like this that supplied the Thieves Guild with bodies. Disgruntled young men and women, able-bodied and ambitious, would risk more if they knew that "Safer" jobs were only a cut above beggars in terms of pay and status. But even the local swill wasn't enough to make any of them admit an open affiliation to any local theives guild, which either meant they had a tight lip on such matters or they simply weren't a part of it.
When night came, Erika chose to stay at the tavern. Parum did as well, taking a room next to hers. She made doubly sure to secure her room despite the innkeeper's assurance. Knowing the sort of people who run this town, Parum would take no risks. She added her own locks to the doors and barred the windows, and even as a safety precaution added a few charms and lit some candles in her room. These charms would protect her dreams and ward off scrying and teleportation, while the candles were meant to ward off spirits and wraiths. Of course, this was just folk remedies, and it was hard to say how well they worked. Parum had never had a problem with anything since she started, so she wasn't sure if they were working or if she was just lucky enough to never had been targeted.
Once morning came Parum was up and with the Inquisitor. She had brought a basket of fresh baked bread and the finest hummus the inn had to offer. Parum figured that she could bring it to her fellow adventurers for breakfast. But in the meantime, Erika would keep her company. "Good morning inquisitor. Did you sleep well?"
But there was much to do this morning. Today would be their first day under the employ of the inquisitor to hunt down that vampire. Catarina wasn't entirely sure what their first move would be, but whatever it was Catarina would have to get ready for it. She'll need to get dressed, find something to eat, get her gear prepared, and ready her mind, body, and soul for the battle ahead. But first, once Catarina was out of bed, she snuck a kiss onto Vivian's cheek. "I'll be ready soon." Catarina changed into some simple garbs, just a plain cotton robe and shoes made locally. Her favorite trouser and tunic were still soiled with sweat from yesterday, she she'll need to get it washed. Fortunately she could still wear her armor over the robes, she just needed to adjust the cloth around her legs. Once she was ready she left with Vivian to find something to eat.
Parum wasn't much of a drinker. Oh sure, she could sip wine all night, and she knew that alcohol were good money, but if she had any choice the only thing she'd drink was water. Alcohol dulled her senses and frankly, it was an acquired taste. A taste she never bothered to acquired. That, and if Parum didn't pace herself, she could easily get herself drunk. And no one would benefit from a soused halfling on the loose. So while she and Erika drank, Parum made sure to just have some watered down brandy, eating breadrolls with each drink.
She spent the other part of that night chatting with the locals as if she was an old friend. Most of the drunks and patrons were nothing but regular laborers, lamenting about their low wages or their lack of application. Parum pretended to care to coax more information from them, but alas, nothing but a bunch of complainers. Still, it was people like this that supplied the Thieves Guild with bodies. Disgruntled young men and women, able-bodied and ambitious, would risk more if they knew that "Safer" jobs were only a cut above beggars in terms of pay and status. But even the local swill wasn't enough to make any of them admit an open affiliation to any local theives guild, which either meant they had a tight lip on such matters or they simply weren't a part of it.
When night came, Erika chose to stay at the tavern. Parum did as well, taking a room next to hers. She made doubly sure to secure her room despite the innkeeper's assurance. Knowing the sort of people who run this town, Parum would take no risks. She added her own locks to the doors and barred the windows, and even as a safety precaution added a few charms and lit some candles in her room. These charms would protect her dreams and ward off scrying and teleportation, while the candles were meant to ward off spirits and wraiths. Of course, this was just folk remedies, and it was hard to say how well they worked. Parum had never had a problem with anything since she started, so she wasn't sure if they were working or if she was just lucky enough to never had been targeted.
Once morning came Parum was up and with the Inquisitor. She had brought a basket of fresh baked bread and the finest hummus the inn had to offer. Parum figured that she could bring it to her fellow adventurers for breakfast. But in the meantime, Erika would keep her company. "Good morning inquisitor. Did you sleep well?"