Go for a walk along the docks.

Cesar & Myryssa did their usual small talk exchange, then decided to walk together outside to talk more, and get away from the nearly overwhelming crowd--at least for her, anyway. The battlemage held the courtesan's hand after she hooked her arm around his own, and established a suitable walking pace. At this time of the night, there weren't that many people outside, save for the nightwatch, or the groups of drunken people trying to return home, or to their respective ships.

"So how long are you planning to stay home," Myryssa asked Cesar, "before you and the guild take up the next contract."

"As long as it is required for the entire guild to heal physically & mentally." Cesar responded. "Janissa had a traumatic moment during our last adventure."

"I've heard bits and pieces of her sexual **** while in captivity." Myryssa nodded. "To go through that at the hands of naturally hated enemies like the Dark Elves, it must be hard for the High Elf."

"It is, to be honest." Cesar spoke once more, as they walked along the boardwalk next. "She also lost her Elven Longbow, which she has had for a century. She's gone ahead, and sent a request for at least the materials she needed to make a new one, if not a new one outright. It'll be at least a week or two, though."

"I'm sorry to hear that, m'lord." Myryssa nodded. "What about the rest of the guild? How are they holding up?"

"Well," Cesar responded, "Trini & Sakura are busy trying to soothe Janissa's hurt mentality as much as they can. In addition to the Succubus that everyone in the city has now heard about, we've also brought along a Draconian Cleric."

"A Draconian Cleric?" Myryssa looked to her. "How interesting."

"Interesting enough, indeed." Cesar gave her a soft smile. "She'll at least give Deraxle some suitable company."

They did some more small talk, stopping every now and then to rest their legs and feet at nearby benches. Then they stood up, and started their return leg of their walk. When they returned to the brothel, about half of the sailors had either passed out drunk, or had managed to return to their ships. With a smile, Myryssa planted another kiss to Cesar's cheek, and then looked to him.

"I really enjoyed our walk, m'lord." Myryssa spoke softly. "You've paid for my services for the night. What shall we do next?"