Go for a walk.

Whether everyone is staying or not, for the time being, Fang, Patricia, Mina, and Shivra are here, so you welcome them with open arms. The monster crew tends to stick together, so Stax takes them all elsewhere, leaving you to ponder in the courtyard for awhile longer. While it was annoying what Shivra did, you do enjoy watching her leave. You're not exactly certain what to think of her yet, though if Stax trusts her enough to even travel alone with Patricia, she must be fine.

As you linger, you start to hear the rhythmic sound of metal on metal. A street over, you spot Laira working at the forge outside of the shop and home that was built for her, and she looks happy. With no top, her overalls barely cover her bouncing bosom with each swing of the hammer. Sweat runs down her forehead--droplets speckled over her skin. She wipes an arm across her face and lets out a satisfied sigh. She's a hard working girl, and one of the few humans you've befriended weirdly enough. Not only did she make for you the weapon that weakened Sa'dis, but she's certainly smoking hot, even though she doesn't seem like the kind of girl to care about that. You wonder if she dresses this way on purpose, but then you remember the world you've been living in. In her head, she probably just wants to stay cool.

Though your eyes catch a smaller figure in the shadow of sunset. Stax is out for a walk as well, though she hasn't seemed to notice you. With the monsters settled, you suppose she needed to clear her head as well. While she's far different physically than the blacksmith, she's smoking in her own right--a real shortstack. Many fans of fantasy know of the short busty goblin, whether she's a bar maiden or a thief or something else, and Stax is certainly fine with showing off the goods. You haven't spent a lot of time with her personally, but she acts confident and is swift to respond with sass. She must be decently skilled to have earned the respect of the other monsters during their travels.

There's no apron around Laira's body this time either. It seems that her day is coming to a close and she's folded it up on a table nearby. With one final wipe of her brow, she removes her goggles and places them beside her before running her hands back through her orange hair--back to the ponytail. You watch as the denim-like fabric curves over her busty chest. From this direction, you can almost see something you shouldn't from the cleavage of her sideboob. She stretches her arms up high and you wonder for a moment if they'll slip right out. Meanwhile, Stax doesn't seem to notice you either. She's staring up at the stars. Her hand rises up to pull the violet bangs away from her eyes, and her other hand slides into the pocket aside her curvy hip. As she pivots her heels idly beneath a magic lantern beside the street, her chest tightly bound jiggles--cleavage nearly spilling out. Despite her height, she's definitely not lacking elsewhere.

And then there's you, currently standing alone. You haven't decided yet what to do with the rest of the evening. You might as well approach someone and strike up a conversation, especially since you haven't spent a lot of time individually with either.