Aaralon elects to travel into the woods with Carrie and Camila.

"So be it," Carrie said promptly, "Aaralon is travelling with us. Good. I'm still not sure just how much power you have. This will give me the chance to get your measure." She turns to the twin elves, "We'll give ourselves a fortnight. If you find the girl take her straight to the village so she can be returned. If we don't show up within a fortnight then assume something's happened to us. We'll do the same."

The twins nodded in unison, turned and started towards the mountains. Aaralon watched them go, each of the two gorgeous women moved gracefully, their light weight but tight leather armour hugged the contours of their bodies. He hoped he had made the right call.

Carrie approached Camila "It'll take us two days to reach the woods, a day and a bit if we're able to move quickly. We'll have to watch ourselves; the full moon will rise at about the same time. The Whispering Woods has a reputation for strange flora and fauna."

Aaralon found the journey to be easy enough. He had little to carry, just a pack with a blanket, a cooking pot and some water. The weather held up, the sky a deep blue and with just enough cloud to keep the glare off the sun. Aaralon held back, talking behind Carrie and Camila so he could watch the sway of their hips and admire the pair of shapely backsides when there was nothing else to look at. Camila was still dressed in her elegant silk gown. It wasn't a dress for travelling it, it seemed to suit a dance hall more but there was magic in it. Even when the path gave way to a muddy track Camila remained spotless. Aaralon began to see some of the extra perks of a good knowledge of illusionary magic. He would sometimes catch up with Camila and talk to her. She always smiled winningly when he did so and chatted warmly. It was a chance to admire her breasts. The gown was cut low and clung temptingly to her large breasts. Aaralon was sure that she wore nothing underneath, when he dared to sneak a direct peek at Camila's chest he was sure he could sometimes not only make out the peak of her nipples but the rim of her areola as well.

Carrie remained stayed out front. Unlike Camila she was dressed practically, clad in soft leathers and cotton. She'd tied her hair back into a long ponytail as well and looked every bit the tracker. Every now and then Lady Carrie would stop, kneel down and touch the ground. Aaralon could feel the faint tickle of explorationary magic whenever she did so.

The sun had dipped below the tree-speckled horizon before Carrie called for a stop, "We're nearly there. We've made good time but there's no point pushing on further tonight. Let's camp here." It took just a wave of her hand for a circle of three brightly coloured tents to appear. Aaralon was reminded of the extravagant tents he had seen servants pitch for nobles at games and hunts - only much smaller. "Get some sleep. We'll leave early in the morning." Carrie lifted the flap on the nearest tent and stepped inside.

Camila winked, "See you later" and with that she ducked into her tent.

So much for that, thought Aaralon. He had hoped a long dinner around a blazing campfire would have given him time enough to seduce Camila. She certainly seemed interested in him. Carrie, on the other hand, appeared only to be interested in whatever magic talent he had. He shrugged, stalked over to the last tent and crawled inside.

The inside of the tent was warm but bare. There was just a single body sized bedroll on the ground and nothing else. Aaralon dumped his pack beside the bedroll, tugged off his boots, took off his clothes and settled down to sleep. What was he going to do for fresh clothes? Could he remember the cantrips that kept his clothes fresh? Camila would know but it would be too embarrassing to ask.

Aaralon closed his eyes and slept...