Lavorra and Zeya recover in the tower

They spend the next two nights in the tower, exploring and turning the place over in the day, crashing exhausted into Sir Henry’s bed - the sheets freshly changed - each night, curled in each others arms.

Lavorra feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Zeya. Once the Menhir had been destroyed, the enchantment on the women of the village vanished, and Zey wasted no time in rounding them up and hurrying them out and away, towards the next closest settlement. It had taken some work, they hadn’t been quick to trust, but slowly they’d realised their chance to escape was now or never. And after that, her first thought had been for Lavorra.

She’d hugged Zeya tightly as the Tiefling girl explained that she’d made for the circle of stones, and then onward to the distant tower, hoping to find Lavorra, or someone’s assistance. Except she’d found Sir Henry instead.

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How much do the girls discover in Sir Henry’s tower?

How Much: [2] Less than expected.

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They discovered, rooting through his desk and notes, that his reckless experiments at the standing stones had brought the Daemonspawn here. And rather than face responsibility, Sir Henry had retreated to his tower, observing the Daemons’ actions from afar, treating it like a grand experiment. Quite how he’d been able to watch, they couldn’t discover, but further searching revealed detailed sketches of an area of the Delwald, protected by a magical barrier, which led to the Daemons‘ stronghold.

Something more than nothing, and Lavorra had found herself feeling more confident about their next steps. There was enough to form a plan. But that could wait, as sun began to set, and the two of them padded barefoot to the bedroom.

Sat facing each other on the bed, dressed in soft linen shirts and shorts - the old wizard had an extensive collection of women’s clothes, it seemed - Lavorra’s hair returning to its natural state, they had talked and talked, knees touching knees, hands clasped in each other’s. They’d talked for hours.

That lead to their first kiss, Lavorra’s soft pink lips meeting Zeya’s ruby reds, their mouths opening to each other without hesitation, tongues caressing as their soft bodies press together.