Leave the next morning.

While the Feast of Geragt was certainly lively and entertaining, nothing especially remarkable occurred through the rest of the night. Drink, food, and song were shared for about an hour before you and the humans retired to bed. Although planning to venture together, you maintained separate sleeping rooms from your new friends. You nod off with a song in your heart, and for a moment you could have sworn you heard someone in the distancing singing the very song.

The next day seems to fly away, and before you know the sun is falling, and you and the men are still at the Tavern. With just the slightest encouragement, they were able to get you on top of a table to entertain for the crowd, which was met with great applause and cheering. Your song over, someone else in the tavern starts to play music on an old but well loved fiddle, to which you start to dance to.

The dancing takes a turn as the men start to whistle at you. Without a moments thought, you start to undo your white shirt, revealing your soft pale skin and bare breasts to them. The group becomes more silent, but their attention is clearly on you and enamored by your display. You start to provide teasing shots as the shirt slowly comes off your body. Your belt falls to the table next, and as soon as it makes an audible clang against a stray spoon, your companions begin to undress as well. Next thing you know, you're lying down with your back on the fable, your head off the edge and your legs being held in the air as one of the humans pulls your pants off. Your mind fogs over in a musty haze as a large human cock fills your mouth, and another penetrates your ass. The sawing motion in and out on both sides feels too good to last.

You hear a sudden thud, and you bolt upright in bed. You had been dreaming, and whatever that sound was is gone now. You had never had a dream like that before, although you had to admit that all four of the men were kinda hot, in their own rugged ways. As you regain your composure and sense of where you really are, you see the first glimmers of dawn arise through a window, and you figure it's best to just wake up now. Your comrades are surprised that someone like you is not only awake but ready to leave before the four of them so much as eat breakfast. They were also surprised, happily so, to see that you come armed.

A rapier is an elegant weapon, typically associated with dueling and nobility, and less of a weapon of war like a broadsword or bow. In different circumstances, the four men probably would have ridiculed someone for using such a weapon, but today the group is just happy to see that you have any semblance of knowledge with a weapon.

Upon leaving, you don't tell them about your sweat-inducing dream, for fear of embarrassment. Still, the journey is not quiet; your four compatriots learn about you, and you about them.

Bruce Clifton was the biggest of the group, with a darker complexion than the others. He also seemed to be the eldest, with flecks of gray in his black hair. The most quiet of the four as well, he spoke little but observed much. Most of what you learned of him was told you by the other three. Supposedly, Bruce was a veteran of a long, bloody war in a far off land. Whatever happened out there is probably the reason he's so quiet, the others have deduced. Either way, he became a mercenary not for any noble altruistic reasons, but the more pragmatic matter of having no other options.

James and Kraig Dowton were brothers, so close in age and appearance one would almost think them twins. Both lean and with brownish red hair, they used their athletic talents differently. James appeared quite dexterous and was something of a professional thief, while Kraig was an adept tracker and favored a longbow. James, the younger of the two, seemed the unspoken leader of the bunch, while elder brother Kraig appeared to be his outward conscience.

Swigrod was another beast all together. His handling of the common language indicated he had little exposure to civilization, and the markings across his arms and chest showed he had some sort of tribal heritage. Details from him were difficult to parse together, but what was clear was that he was easily the most prone to get the others into trouble. While he was great in a fight, he could never be trusted to be left alone in a city.

The journey had been easy going through the day, the only difficulty had been in navigating the area using a centuries old map, and orienting around landmarks that either had moved or disappeared outright. You were at a reasonable place as the sun started to set, and there was the question of trying to press on through the night, or camp for the night.