Dining Room To sample further delights.

As your elf-mount ventures into the dining room you happen upon a fight.

You withdraw your teasing tendril from the outside of the ‘elf cave’,

<stealth roll success>

probably, with the sound of combat and on account of how wet the beautiful elf is.

A blonde… warrior? Barbarian?

The melee builds tend to look identical… whores with swords… and the odd axe here and there. Honestly, while a polearm or halberd might not be the best choice for some spots, it could easily hold a narrow corridor with the range.

Anyway, the slash-spammer was seemingly having some trouble getting the parry technique.

You urged the elf forward toward the fight, both combatant girl and helmed skeleton in a world of their own as she tries to get the timing right and the skeleton to do the only job it’s good at: distract and occupy attention.

As you both get to the fight, the girl finally manages to dispatch it with a yell about something like “fucking quick-time-event”.

She lefts go of the sword with a clang it reverberates sharply off the walls unnoticed, again by the panting lady, slouched forward trying to catch her breath. Lucky the low stamina seems to be a pattern today. For now.

Crunch goes a brittle bone from the disassembled skeleton…

( ! ) < squelchy elf fails sneak role, and not because of the lewds >