Clean up

Using the rag that the keepers reserved for counter top spills, you spread Haran's coltish legs and wiped up all traces of the deed.

Your much needed release seemed to give you a renewed vigor as you propped the redhead into a nearby chair to redress her. A daunting task that was averted when inspiration struck. Reversing the series of signs you'd learned to cast Stark Reality, you instead aimed for Haran's patchy dress and apron, which sat on a nearby stool. A flash, and the woman in question was now fully dressed, the stool vacant.

Hmm...maybe the tome covered it on that on the next page.

You return to your room sweaty, exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied.

For now...