The coming days.

“It is to be expected that Estara will send a search party in the next few days. Droy do you think they would search for you?” The Albino has regained his calm during the naming of Zal, “No, I didn’t smuggle a lot of important stuff, it was mostly just wares with too high taxes on them.” Uklag nods. “The Estarian army follows ‘The superior guidelines of the modern army’ in most if not all aspects. In the book the party to subdue a male mage is supposed to be a female mage and 3 soldiers, the party to subdue an escaped murderer is varying but I would guess they would send a knight and 5 soldiers for you.”

Alratha twirls a kitchen knife around her fingers and grins maliciously, “That’s what they sent after me following the third murder and continuing, yes.” Uklag grabs a glass of water from the table. “That makes a mage, a knight and 8 soldiers of the Estarian army in total.” He takes a sip, “Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? I plan to invite them here in about a week.”

Alratha laughs, Celine and Zal stay calm, Analea and Aelana look hornier than usual - only Droy seems puzzled. Uklag grins widely. “It will be great! Now that I have warned you, I advise you to be cautious if you head out.” Uklag stands up, “If you all would follow me to the servant’s quarters. I will show you where you will be sleeping.”

The group is led by Celine by the time they enter the servant’s quarters, she explains where what is to the newcomers. After the general areas have been cleared Uklag tells Celine to continue the tour with Zal while he will show Droy and Alratha where they will be working. At the same time the twins excuse themselves and leave.

“In a sense it’s a blessing that you showed up, I had no idea what to do with these.” Uklag says and walks down one of the many torch-lit tunnels of his base. At the end of the tunnel are three doors, one to Uklags right, one to his left, and one in front.

He opens the one to his right and steps in. Inside is the typical grey stone room that you can see all over the base, this one would be completely empty if it weren’t for the huge pile of a metal “Lead? The hell is this, Boss?” Droy asks the obvious question, “This is where I dumped some of my transmutation leftovers.” The smuggler is still confused, Uklag sighs “Simpletons. If I transmutate something, like a solid cave wall into a room, what do you think happens to the stone that was there before?”

“Ehm, it becomes air?” Droy guesses. “Partly right. While some of it becomes air the mass of the transmutated stone is too high to convert it all into air, so I have to transmutate it into things with high density.” He points at the pile of metal, “Like Lead. If you would search through that pile you would find other metals.” A greedy look appears on the smugglers face. “Like gold?”

Uklag chuckles, “While I can actually make gold it is pretty useless. Gold is soft and only interesting for money or jewellery. So, no you will not find no gold in there.” “That is all very interesting.” Alratha says with a yawn. “But why show us this?”

Kneeling down at the pile Uklag answers, “I kept these around for such an occasion as this. Droy, tell me what kind of room you would like.” A quick description is given and Uklag touches a rune hidden under the pile.

Stone flows and becomes transmutable mass, the pile of metal liquefies as well and takes on new forms. Carpets with simple patterns appear, a desk with a wooden chair, empty frames on the walls, a sizable bed, cushions. One wall becomes a map of Estara and its border regions to pin information’s on. More and more details follow as the room takes shape.

In the end the whole pile has disappeared and Uklag stands up. “Have fun with this.” He says and pads the frozen Albino on the shoulder. “Is my room next?” An excited murderess squeals. Uklag nods and they walk over to the opposite room. A similar pile is lying there.

Again Uklag asks for a description and soon enough the room starts to take shape. First the necessities form, bed, desk and the likes. The same map spawns and then the odd requests begin. Chains hang from the walls, capable of holding up to two persons, a statue of Saeletra with a shrine, items of the pleasurable kind. The room has taken shape and Uklag stands up again with haste, he was kneeling in front of the shrine.

Alratha stumbles forward and embraces the marble statue of the naked goddess. “Ah, Sealetra, I have returned to pray to you. You that you give lust to me.” “I have been meaning to ask: Why exactly do you believe in that, you are a murderer?”

Alratha laughs, “The rush when you feel someone die at your hands is orgasmic, Master Uklag. The Goddess has bestowed her gift unto me and I kill in her name.” Uklag raises an eyebrow, “I have been warned that you are crazy. Whatever as long as your knife points in the direction I point at.”

She bows before Uklag. “Of course.” With that he leaves the scene of Alratha touching herself to praises towards her goddess.