Head back to the tower.

"If you're ready, we should head to Montsimmard shortly." You decide. You're already missing the circle, your new bed, friends like Cole and Catalina, and the chance for another romp with lady Vivienne. Plus, you never would have thought having to wear real clothes all the time could become so... inhibiting.

"Sure thing." Dagna said chipperly.

On your way out of the inn, you sidle up to the bar and pay the owner a little coin for her trouble.

"Thank you, ser mage. Give my regards to Lady Vivienne." She says, sounding a little more well-to-do than you'd expect.

"I will, madame." You promise, before leaving with Dagna.

"Ugh, I couldn't stand to look." Dagna tells you, her nose wrinkling in disgust as you walk side by side away from the inn.

"At the innkeep?" You ask, not entirely conceiving how such a cute young woman could end up selling herself for a room.

"No, the keg behind her. Did you see the frost enchantment on it?" Dagna asks. Now that she mentions it, you did pick up on some arcane-looking blue scratchings towards the ale tap. You nod.

"I put that in to pay for my room. Not some of my best work." Dagna admits, a little crestfallen.

-

Heading south down the country roads, you make good time with your new companion. You had thought you'd be transporting some dull functionary, but Dagna is good company. The miles seem to melt away as you joke, chat and share details about your lives. The conversation occassionally veers into talk of enchanting or other arcanist duties that make your head spin, but it's only a few moments before Dagna goes off on another tangent (mostly explosion related, the dwarf sure did love anything combustable) and the conversation continues.

For now, you leave out the biggest detail of your life, the... atypical at best tower that Dagna's heading to.

-

When it gets two dark to travel, you make camp. You unroll your bedrolls as Dagna builds a fire. Drawing something for her pockets, there's a flash of light and a hot gust of air, and the fire is roaring merrily before you could even think of igniting it with your magic.

As Dagna's a guest of Lady Vivienne's, you tell her you'll watch out for trouble for the majority of the night.

Yawning a little, it isn't long before Dagna climbs into her bedroll.

Contrary to what you'd told her, you find it difficult to focus on scanning the environment for threats. You're virtually safe anyway. You would have to travel for leagues from Montsimmard before the tendrils of the war touched you. Instead, you gaze at Dagna's form as she tries to get to sleep.

The little woman has curves. She's resting with her ass pointing towards you.

Just when you're considering making a pass at her, you notice the dwarf shivering.