Jamoth shows up

Eilwy waited patiently, but grew more worried as time passed on. While she knew the proper spell to defend herself, she knew she was still a bit afraid. The troll had snuck up on her, and if not for quick thinking on her part, she had no doubt she would likely still be its fuck toy, or meal once it grew bored of her. She cursed her own weakness afterwards, and made sure to memorize a spell to burn the creature to ash should it show itself impatiant.

But Jamoth arrived, much to Eilwy's delight. Jamoth the White, Sage and Defender of the kingdoms, and future sex **** to Eilwy. The sorceress was breath taking, with long, golden hair, full pouty lips, and the pure innocent face addorned to a beautiful face. Despite her goddess like features, she dressed conservatively, her large breasts hidden under billowing white robes ordained with various sigils of protection, but even with the robes Jamoth's breats could be seen underneath, standing pert and high. In her delicate hand she held her staff, the gnarled oak little more than a focal point for her spells. Despite all this, Jamoth had the aura of purity and innocence, and held a delighted smile once she saw Eilwy. The enchantress was happy to see the sorceress, although for far less than pure reasons. "So you've finally decided to come into the light, sister? This has been such a long time comming!"

"Yeah, something like that..." Eilwy mumbled under her breath, smelling the tell tale scent of the troll near by. She had stood downwind for a reason, and she idly twisted at a ring on her finger. It held the reagents she needed to cast the spell, and she was eager to use it.