POV Change: Duke Aaron's Assassins

Cinders waited patiently watching the front of the Rollicking Cock. He had a small room across the street that he peeked through the curtains of. Brooke would be waiting around the back of the establishment no doubt. This is where the party of miscreants that had plagued Duke Aaron's schemes for the last several months, at least according to what passed for the good people of this town. Cinders found it hard to believe that a town like this let such a lewd establishment exist so openly in their town. It was of no surprise to him though that this is where Isabelle and Temerity stayed. The others of course were their own brand of smutty, but the two most opposed to the duke were also the two sluttiest.

Cinders sighed. Flint and Zephyr should be here by now. As soon as the party returned, he sent a message to them. Where were they? At that moment, as if on cue, the door opened. First entered Flint. The tall earth genasi was strong and sturdy. His heavy armor was well oiled for silence and purposely dull without a shred of shine for stealth. Following him was Zephyr. The air genasi was much wispier, but she flowed across the room; her long flowing gown moved and billowed with each heaving breath. Cinders kept his eyes off her lithe frame and examined Brooke as she came in. Brooke had a much fuller frame. She wore leather armor but it was fitted for her bust. That wasn't necessary with most armor without the largest of breasts. Brooke did not have the largest of breasts. They were DD cups at best to Cinders's mind, but Brooke still had her armor fitted like that. He suspected she wanted him to look.

"Are we all ready?" Cinders asked them.

Flint nodded. Brooke responded, "Of course. Are you?"

Cinders did not like his authority being questioned. He picked up his short sword as he stood and sheathed it. His brigandine armor was a best of both leather and plate in his opinion. Plus it kept him warm. One problem with being part fire is that your body temp was much higher. "I was born ready. Let's go. And take care. They came back with drow. I know they mostly fornicate instead of fight, but do not underestimate them. We'll hit anyone in their rooms first to not get outnumbered."

Brooke rolled her eyes, "We can handle it."

Flint grunted.

Zephyr did not seem to be paying attention at all. Casters...

They crossed the street together. Flint and Cinders wore heavy cloaks to hide their arms and armor. Brooke had a light coat. Zephyr had nothing. She did not seem cold at all. She never seemed to be bothered by the weather and it bugged Cinders. They walked into the Rollicking Cock to see the customers "subtly" getting busy with each other as well as many drow. The townsfolk were clearly trying not to reveal their activities but failing horribly as the drow did not seem to care at all who saw them. Some of them were even watching the others. Cinders scanned and saw the innkeep going into the back with Temerity. It would be good if she was distracted. He gestured to the stairs and checked with his team.

Flint continued onward without a word. Brooke was frowning and looking down at herself. She seemed to be in some discomfort. Cinders could guess why as he saw that Zephyr's breasts had grown. It was probably only a cup size, but that basically doubled the woman's breasts. Brooke was probably regretting her choice in such tightfitting armor. Cinders tapped her and mouthed 'You ready?' He could not afford to not have her at her best. She steeled herself and nodded. The three of them followed Flint up the stairs.

Finding the right room took a few seconds. Mostly they just listened at the door to the sounds of sex. Each room seemed to be having sex, but Zephyr knew what their targets sounded like. One room sounded like a woman with a low voice grunting rhythmically. Zephyr nodded and Flint kicked in the door.

The sight they saw was of a large half-orc woman seemingly railing an identical copy of herself on the bed of the room. The only difference Cinders saw between the two is the one in the back had a penis. This was weird but these were both clearly Vorka who was one of the targets. The team moved in.

The two half-orcs tried to disentangle themselves. One reached for her weapons. The other though, reached for a stone. Cinders didn't know what that was, but his first thought was magic item. This was an unknown, could be bad. Cinders decided in that split second to grab that stone himself.