Meet the survivors.

Six figures surround her.

The first, who was already present, is the harpy. Next is a blob of slime, though this one is pure black. It then slowly rises into the shape of a woman, with long "hair" and a slender physique. There's a goblin there as well--male with tied-back short hair, and a crudely made bow. Two catfolk girls stand adjacent, and they look near identical to one another. You wouldn't be able to tell them apart if they didn't have different hair colours--one magenta, the other blue. Lastly, you see a gnome. He seems to be bald, though he wears a bandana around his head, so it's difficult to tell. His pale brown moustache curls far to each side, and he has a goatee that reaches a few inches down past his chin. Over his eyes, he wears a pair of glasses, not all that different to what the harpy has.

Eva leans to you and whispers, "It's good luck we run into so many goblins that don't want to eat our skin. Funny that it's worked that way. The majority of them are vicious, but we keep running into the exceptions."

"It makes sense. We attract misfits. The only goblins wandering away from the tribe are the ones not wanted. But maybe there are more than people care to admit."

Vyzia speaks to her people. "Listen. This is Kyle, and with him are other survivors. They are stranded here too. His plan is to fix the ship that brought you here. I know you'd rather not step foot inside again, and I know the seas are dangerous. I will protect you no matter what. So, I will not be making a decision. If you wish to trust in this man and attempt this escape, you will decide yourselves."

They murmur amongst each other. The first to speak up is the gnome, who steps forward as he runs his fingers along his dapper moustache. "Well, it isn't as if I haven't thought about ways I'd try and do it. I've just never had the manpower, or the skill beyond only certain repairs."

Fang leans in close to you and whispers as well. "Hey. If there are only two guys here, do you think they get freaky, or do you think they're both really pent-up from being around all these cuties? Because I mean, with dragon mommy alone, I'd--"

"I can hear you," says the gnome. "I assure you, I am incredibly freaky, but you'll shut your mouth and hear no more of it. I don't mean to blow my own horn, but I am quite good with my hands, hence any handywork you may see here. But I am also quite dedicated to my partner. No other here would interest me."

"How sweet," Amara says.

The goblin chuckles awkwardly. "Yeah. I mean if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have a bow."

"You may if you didn't always break it."

"I can't help if my arms are strong."

"Well, I won't complain about that, but let's return to the question proposed. Vyzia is allowing a democratic vote, so we must decide whether or not we wish to brave the seas onboard a vessel that could sink a few miles out, leaving us to drown."

You can see the dragon frown, likely thinking about how such a thing wouldn't happen if not for her injury.

"I won't let that happen," you say. "Not only are my people crafty, but Gwyn here is a mighty sorceress of the sea. The tides bend to her will. If the worst happened and we ended up sinking, I have trust that her talents would save us."

Caught off guard, the elf blushes slightly. On one hand, she feels distain towards being used, though that feeling is quickly overlapped by her own sense of pride. She smiles, placing a hand upon her chest with an arrogant stare back at the survivors. "Naturally," she responds. "I am Gwynevere, Scourge of the Depths, Lady of Darkness, Demon King. Under my servitude, the seas will never claim you."

Vyzia looks to you confused. "She's what?"

You wave your hand. "Don't worry about it. And on top of that, I can teleport myself and others, as long as I know where I'm going. So worst worst case scenario, I'll personally push myself to the limit and warp every last one here to dry land, one way or another. You have my word."

The dragon steps up to you, suddenly far more focused than before. "Do you mean that? You pledge your word?"

"Yes. Of course."

She reaches out and clutches your chest. It concerns you at first, but she simply stops and leaves it there. "Swear it to me then."

"I swear."

"Wrong. You're meant to place your hand upon my heart as I'm doing to you."

You stare forwards. How am I supposed to find her heart through all that?

Given her height, you normally have to tilt your head slightly to meet her gaze, but now you look straight forwards into her tits. You shrug, bring your hand up, and grope her left breast. As you push, you swear you hear a surprised whimper from her throat, though it's difficult to tell. Even with Kitty Sense, her emotions are rather stoic, but compared to before, you sense a warmth beyond the burning flames of a red dragon. "I pledge my word."

"Good." She pulls her hands away, and you do as well. "Well then. You all have my blessing if you choose to follow."

Once again they whisper. It seems many of them have the same concerns as Vyzia, though some of it comes moreso by concern for her. Despite the fact that she's more powerful than them all combined, and is their leader, they love her, and don't wish to **** anything upon her. Though after all she's said, and you as well, they come to a consensus. It takes several minutes, though finally the gnome steps forward and readjusts his glasses. "We've completed our vote, and in record time."

"And what is your decision?" asks Vyzia.

"We will trust the strangers. First, we construct a track to lay the boat upon. Then if you will help us, we'll finally slide the ship down from the hillside. We'll do all we can to repair it, and if we still feel confident it'll sail at that point, we'll just need to get it to the sea."

"I'll part the path as best I can," says Peony.

"Ah. A dryad. That's wonderful!"

Then Vyzia slams the blunt end of her spear down by her foot. "Of course I'll bring the ship down, and when ready, I'll pull it as best I can to the shore."

Meti steps forth. "Actually, I may have an item that could help."

"And a djinn," the gnome mutters. "Truly a fascinating party."

The goblin moves up beside him. "Would you say this is some sort of fate-thing? I mean, like they're our guardian angels or something."

"I've met an angel, and she wasn't much of a guardian," you comment. "Though she tried."

Vodrani cracks her fingers. "And an angel wouldn't be as strong as me. Tell me what to do, and I'll help."

"You're so kind, sweetie," Tom says.

"Oh Tommy," she replies, wrapping her arms around him to plant a big loud kiss on his cheek.

Amara looks to you with a smile. She giggles to herself, and then walks right up to you and delivers much the same kiss to your own cheek. "Oh Kyley."

"Kyley?" you respond, chuckling."

Eva looks around. "Uhm. Oh Kyle!" She then throws her weight into your side, kissing you on the cheek next.

"W-Wait. Are we--" Niki clears her throat. She then comes up to your other side, and kisses you on the cheek. "Was that right?" she asks quietly.

Without speaking, Alice kisses your cheek. "Kyle," she speaks.

"M'lord!" With a big smile, Peony wraps her arms around your front and kisses you on the lips three times in quick succession.

"Uhm, sh-should I be doing something too?" Anastasia asks in panic.

Luna laughs. "I guess you best get in line."