Taern looks elsewhere.

He leans back with a sigh--hands over his groin. With deep breaths, he tries to settle down his body. It takes a few minutes, which is probably longer than it should take for a trained ninja, but it goes back down. He peers over at the village nearby and wonders where else he can look. It's a dangerous place, looking around somewhere populated entirely by people with keen senses, but he must.

Taern rolls off the roof and continues scoping out the area.

Time passes, but he still sees nobody. There is a large part of the area he has yet to visit, however--the hot spring. There's no harm in looking. She might be there, and if not, he'll return to looking. He might have to resort to revealing his position just to ask others where she might be. Back into the forest he goes. It isn't all that far from town, but he travels a distance between trees and bushes. The farther he goes, the more he can make out the distant rumbling of a waterfall.

He peeks out from behind a boulder to see a cloud of steam wafting up into the air ahead. The ground is becoming rocky, and the sound of running water is more audible.

Taern climbs his way around as to avoid anyone spotting his entrance. He makes his way up along the rocks, almost like climbing a small mountain, and he remains crawling once at the top. He moves slowly closer towards the edge. As he does, his ears pick up the whispering of people. It's more than one voice, but he can't tell the exact number. Still on his stomach, he moves closer, and he finally reaches the end of the cliff. He peers down through the steam to spot four individuals soaking in the water.

They're all girls--red hair, green hair, brown hair, and golden hair. The soothing hot water covers them up to their bust, though they're otherwise completely naked.

Oh wow... I should not be watching this. Though, what is that?!

Resting on the rocks behind the girl with blond hair is an eye patch. She brings up her hairs and stretches--great chest bouncing briefly up from the surface of the water. She runs her hands back through her shoulder-length hair, and though it takes a moment for Taern's eyes to focus on what's important, he notices that she's missing one of her middle fingers!

"It is just so difficult to find a good man," speaks one of them.

"You only say that because it has been so long since you have had a good--..."

"Hey!"

His target remains silent. She seems more to herself than the rest. He leans forward farther to get a better look, and he perks up his elven ears to listen. They're elves as well, however, so he remains as quiet as possible.

When the red-haired girl speaks, he recognizes the voice as the first one that he heard prior. "Can you please wash my back?"

"Of course I can," speaks the other beside her. She has yet to say anything, though her hair is the colour of spring leaves. She moves through the water behind the other, and slides her hands down the wet back of her friend. After picking up a cloth, she begins to rub up and down.

"Mmm. That feels good," the first girl whispers. "Right there."

Suddenly, the elf with brown hair wades over to her front. She brings out her hands, and gently cups her tits. She then begins to knead them up and down with a smile. "So big," she says with a giggle.

"Thank you," replies the red-haired girl. "I grew them myself."

"So soft."

"Ah~!" It's a sharp, sudden gasp. "Do not pinch."

"Why not?"

They are not making this easy to focus... My target still is not doing anything. What should I do? If I time this right, maybe I can sleep dart her neck, and yoink her away while the other three are distracted. I just need to wait for the perfect moment or I will be the one that looks like the assassin here.

Suddenly, the brown-haired girl moves down and nibbles the nipple. She gives it a suckle, and drags her tongue up to flick. "I am not pinching, right?"

"Ooh..." she moans. "Mmm. No you are not."

"What about here?" The elf with green hair speaks up again. She moves one hand around and down to between the girl's legs.

"Aah~! Stop!"

It starts to become difficult to watch on his stomach. Taern's pants tighten, and he feels the excitement grow. He uncomfortable shifts to the side to make room, still trying hard not to make a noise as he does. Slowly, he moves one hand down, and awkwardly readjusts his underwear. Though from all of that, he notices the girl with golden hair glance up towards him.

He quickly withdraws back from the cliff edge. His heart races.

Did she see me? Damn it! If I could control my body better, I would not have had to...

Thankfully, he hears talking again. She must not be coming up.

"Why are you so quiet over there?" It sounds like the brown-haired girl, though he isn't able to watch at the moment. "Need help washing anywhere?"

Slowly, he pokes his head out again. His eyes lock onto his target, and her attention is on the other elves nearby.

"No, but the offer is tempting."

That's her voice! I'll remember that.

"Normally I would consider it," she continues. "But I am exhausted."

"Boo. No fun," the other girl replies.

She gradually sits up from the water, crawls onto the smooth, flat rock around the spring, and stands. Her golden hair was never soaked, though the moisture from the steam causes it to shimmer under the light of the moon and stars. Her breasts are perky, and her body is slender yet fit. Her wet body shines. She reaches down to grab two scrunchies, and she ties up her hair into pigtails. Taern can see now that one of her eyes is completely white--possibly fake. She covers it up with the eyepatch soon after.

"Going already?" asks the green-haired elf.

"Not yet," she replies. A smirking grin appears on her face. "I am afraid I must take care of the one atop that cliff before I leave."

Shit!