No, he's ready

"No, I’m done." Laughs Sarge as he pushes the slim girl from between his thighs, "You missed it, but while you were playing I had this little strumpet three different ways, she's just cleaning me up now." He stands and yells to the dozen men, all that remains of your cohort. "How about you boys, did you all get a chance to empty your blue balls into one of these pearls?"

The men let out a load semi-**** roar of approval as they climb from the varied collection of woman flesh. Sure enough, as you look over the beauties you see all of them show the signs of being well fucked. Splatters of dripping cum, red swollen labia, and puckered nipples all point to the fact that these women were used to pleasing (and being pleased by) fighting men. All around you the men were putting armor back on, and the slaves were pulling the clothes that they had stripped off their voluptuous bodies less than an hour before at your command.

"Let’s make sure, we don't leave anything useful behind." You tell the others and you stand back as you see them spread out through the barracks returning with all sorts of loot. True to your word, you took nothing from Drax's rooms, although you saw one of the men had rolled up the thick lined bearskin and another had a pillowcase filled with the ivory game board and pieces. As the men search for loot, you move back through the room with the cells ignoring the pleading of the three occupants and up to the tower rooms above. Several chests were filled with preserved rations, and several others had fresh food that wouldn't last more than another day or two. A rack of spears stands against the wall and you select one to replace the weapon you left embedded in the torso of the man outside the heavy tower doors.

In the top tower room you retrieve the two good bows from the top room as well as the bundle of arrows that you had carried up the same steps what seemed like a very long time ago. As you were heading down the steps, Sarge met you and took the arrows from your arms. "Do you know where we were supposed to go?" You gave him a blank look and he just shrugged. "None of the officers would say, they just told me to worry about taking the tower and they'd do the planning." Sarge spit contemptuously onto the stone slabs of the floor.

"Well if we don't know where we are supposed to go, then I guess we can head pretty much anywhere we like." He grinned at you and you knew he was willing to follow your lead. "The whole city is lying open like a three copper whore waiting to get fucked. The best prizes will be near the citadel, or down by the river." As you are speaking, more and more of your motley crew are collecting in the room along with the women carrying bundles of various sizes and shapes. Sarge nods his head in agreement and then still keeping his voice low so only you can hear he asks:

"Where do you want to try, some of the river mansions? The temple district or just head for the citadel and stop when we see a prize worth taking?"